When broken down, build me up,
Cast it out, my not enough.
Begin anew, and clear the dust.
Is it fair, for me, to ask you thus?
When cut down, fix me up.
Thrust it out, my soul undone.
Open fresh, and give it sun.
Is it safe, in you, to place my trust?
When knocked down, pick me up.
Throw it out, my heart deprived.
Start again, and help it thrive.
Is it too much, of me, to beg you so?
When left unwell, be my cure.
Set them straight, my thoughts impure.
Incite rebirth, and see it show.
Is it reasonable, to think, I have your hand?
When simply lost, be my guide.
Direct forthright, my oafish stride.
Inspire repair, and hell it hold.
Is it wise, for me, to ask this too?
When left found half-done, fill my blanks.
Complete entire, my ravaged being.
For the bond, and sustain prolonged.
Is it a burden, for you, to grant me this?
When left alone, please take my side.
Display full force your presence near.
Provide your love, and not pull back.
A lot to ask, but for me, will you see it through?