I Am Feeling Weaker
My eyes burn when the wind hits
My stomach churns when food sits
I sleep through all life’s good bits
And yet no one wonders why
I can’t stand for a long time
Breathing hard is my worst crime
I’m shaking, I feel like I’m
Alone and I don’t know why
I don’t know how to do this
I mess up and confuse this
I’ve beaten and I’ve bruised this
Eyes pointed to the sky
I’m reaching out can you feel me
Please understand this is the real me
I’m worried they are going to steal me
While I sit still and sigh
I really could use a hand now
Not my own, I’m scared of them now
I guess it’s time for the final bow
Once more before I die
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