The thing I need is no more valid.
Struggling thru the course of life.
You see me there, and you sigh...

Keeping my head above the water,
The water is deep, and dirty.
You see me there, and you cry...

Returning from the routh you left me with,
Smiling for the fisrt time.
You say nothing.

And you break my knees,
And you burn my eyes.
And you cut my hands,
But I can touch the sky.

Healed, unsacred.