Would I fall too far behind again, or run a race I know I can't complete?
Would I give if I had nothing, and could I love the ugly me?
Would I try so hard to be so strong, when I know that all I am is weak,
All I am is weak . . .
Would I clench my fist, fall down and scream at all I cannot do?
Or dry my eyes and crawl back to my feet,
And stumble after you.
Would I grin in my embarrassment, and would I laugh when the joke is me?
Could I look you in the eyes still, when my crippled legs are all that I can see,
All that I can see . . .
So take my hands if they won't give, and take my life so I can lift you.
Take my eyes if they're on me, please take my heart and make it bleed.
Take all this up to a hill and crucify the king of will
til all i have runs down my face and i'm a wretch who's drowning in your grace.
by
all weather human
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