To stumble by thousands
The legions of failure
following your footsteps
wherever you go
The shackles were given
before you could speak
and nothing is permanent
'til your will says it so
You follow a path
of nobody's design
No blueprint, not witnesses
'Til you're up in the limelight
But you chose this, you did
When the heavens were broken
and your wings were clipped
You said, "Father, I want to see
how I will live, imprint a legacy
how I can defy the odds on me
how my weak body can cause catastrophe
Anomaly in the midst of suburban
An island that floats by the edge of a plant
a little bee with that one solo wing
Confused you ask, "Why am I thee?"
And the answer reflects back,
"Because remember, you chose to be me."
