I fought who I am inside

Until I wanted, I wanted to die

Instead of finding balance I found hatred

Consumed by failures and ignoring my own strengths

Pushed out to sea without learning to swim

Or stranded in the desert with no lungs to breathe



With no lungs to breathe

I had almost lost everything



How can I be expected to readily be content

With a view of life that has rejected

The basis of what has helped me to survive?

And replaced them with precepts

Rather than instruction

Full rule is an illusion (illusion)

All I can do is contain selfishness

And unveil what little power we may have



With no lungs to breathe

I had almost lost everything (everything)



Tearing away my flesh before taking

The time to understand it

A miracle may not be the answer

(tearing away my flesh)

When anchoring first on what I have

(before taking the time to understand it)

The ability to change



Like being stranded in the desert

With no lungs to breathe



With no lungs to breathe

I had almost lost everything (everything)