someone else's words

Blessed are the shallow
depth they'll never find
seemed to be some comfort
in the rooms I tried to hide...

Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...

frail.

--Jars of Clay: "Frail"