By Jake Reimer
would never touch or reach the sky
That if by twisted chance I might
attain some hapless wingless flight
Twas not my lot, twas not my right
Tell me, Who, gave you that right
to ground me ere, I could take flight
How many times, I heard it said
and had it beat, into my head
You poured it on, the guilt the shame
you were the blessed, I was to blame
And then I thought, that if by chance
I couldn't fly, then I would dance
And then you said, that I would not
that I was just, a drunken sot
And then I thought, that I would crawl
that maybe I, could reach the wall
and if by chance, could get a grip
to raise one knee, and then a hip
but then alas, twas not to be
You broke my grip and smashed my knee
And then I said that I would die
though never having reached the sky
And I recall I heard it said
that life it hangs, just by a thread
Would be my goal and if by chance
I'd lose my soul
twould be no loss, the way I felt
just one more blow, of many dealt
You crushed my spirit and my soul
Not just the part, you took the whole
But I will pray, that by God's grace
that he will smile upon your face
Extend to you, what you stole from me
To live with him, eternally