Where is my hand?
Did you lose it?
You can take my pain,
If you chose it.
You can it my dreams if you have the time;
You can take my verse if you can find the rhyme.
You take it all but you never see,
That you were standing right in front of me.
Slay me like a lion would;
Bite me until I bleed.
Would you take me if you could?
Would you keep me; would I be freed?