But I want to give in
And give up
Better men than me could not change
And who am I?
I want to fall back into darkness
As it gently tears me to peaces from the inside out
In what world could I possibly ever hope to triumph?
In what world could I ever imagine changing?
Who am I that I should think I could be better?
That I could change?
I am nothing.
I am no one.
But then there was the incarnation.
Did not God become a man?
Blood and scales and screaming pain
I beg you to change what I cannot change-
Forgive me and show me flying horses.
Restore me and let me be held.
Let that tiny seed grow.