“Making me”

Give me a mind

afraid of jumping,

scared of living.

 

Give me two arms,

too weak to lift,

too thin to bring;

 

You the greatest man to live.

 

I stare at your eyes

as you’re making,

making me.

 

I live in the dark,

as I’m waiting,

waiting for you;

 

To make me.

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