It feels like I am stuck in a rut,
And it’s not the place where I belong,
I have been sailing in this sea alone,
But I know this storm won’t last too long..
I have been too weak to stand,
I have had wounds too deep to heal,
I have been too strong to die,
And I have been too numb to feel…
There is blood on my shoulders,
And my bones are full of rust,
There are few nails drilled in my feet,
But I am still moving because I must..