I used to think that I could see,
muscles rippling under my skin,
I used to think that I would be too strong to die young,
but I rather wished I could,
I used to believe I'd always be the one,
to run and carry all the others, not be carried myself,
I thought I'd never be sick, but here I am,
I thought that I could overcome by just being me,
that my unformed parts would come to harden into unbreakable steel,
but now I stand in tatters, who will sew my holes?
Who will feed me birthing fire and make me proper clothes?
Will I ever be like I used to be?
I want to be better, better than that.
I want to be tall, and strong, like perhaps I never was.
I asked for humbleness, is this the way?
I hated my pride and prayed that it would die, is this how you answer my cry?
It doesn't seem Your time to me, Your time to take me to yourself, so help me through this now
Tell me where to go, where to find the thing to drink, to make my face solidify,
Or heal me