Surgery

Doctor, I'm sick, 

I'm finally willing to say so

I can't hide this limp

and suspect other wounds show.

My scabs are infected,

they break and they bleed.

Help me to receive your prescribed remedy. 

I'm trying to trust you,

been struggling so long

to squirm from your grip, 

but your hands are too strong.

So here I am, trembling,

laid out on your stretcher.

You're known for your Love,

and Love takes drastic measures. 

I know you have to break the bone

to set it in it's proper place;

I know you have to use a blade

to help release my hidden pain.

And I am scared that what spills out

will devastate what's left of me

I buried it, but it's alive

and it could be the death of me.

I resign myself

to surgery

Your master plans

are the only hope I see. 

Your skilled and steady hands are securing me

So cut me,

clean me, 

stitch me up,

and hole me in recovery.

You are my Healer

Heal me...

Heal me.

You are my Healer...

Heal me... 

Heal me. 

-Music by Amber Hunter