i wish i wasn't such a nervous wreck
i wish i could feel again
my heart needs a jump start
how can i find my self in this sadness
all that's left is my own madness

we take for granite all the gifts we are given
image being born with out vocal cords
or the ability to hear
image living life in a wheel chair
this used to be a tree
this used to be a tree
this used to be a tree
it was living just like me.

>grant me strength to except the things that i can not change