Repair Man

You can see me down in that place where I try so hard to wave..my arms burdened by gravity holding them to my face.. so heavy and so hot..believe me or not it’s my fate. The next step I take means too much to take and so I’ve stood still waiting for my will again.
Repair these broken hands.. what is there left to grip? Repair this broken man for the sake of broken lips. Come apart to let you in and hold me down to fix.
Put me back the way I was and I’ll just fall apart again. Reconstruct this broken heart to burn this hate away. Forge my soul to face the days that I may shine the same.. but under rules that give me room to reach across the game. Even scores that lead me forth to higher expectations.. higher revelations.. a stronger mind to frame.