No don't lend me your arm
I am fine right here on the ground
For one can only rise after a fall
So I shall stay lost before 'm found
It was me who wished more
from me, from you, from us
And so rightly here I shall lie
Hurt, expecting gold from dust
And dare you try to help me
I am where the broken belong
And whatever doesn't kill me
Can only make me strong.
Life has taught me well
That the crooked do rise
And if in dust today I lay
Dust shall make me wise
So you go on with your life
And I'll build my empire of dirt
Waiting, wishing, hurting, hoping
that for me your feelings avert
And so in love I shall wait
hopeful as ever I will be
when I've been lost long enough
that you shall come find me.
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