Please.
Do not forsake me, born unto dust I am
Nothing more than dust and sand
But they, they are great
Made of gold with hearts of fire
Spewing strength and strong desires
But me, I am naught
I lack strength there is nothing
My arms trembles, my body shakes
My heart falters, my body breaks
The effort is too great
It is a mountain of regrets upon my back bearing down on me
Destroying my soul, my spirit
Such pain embedded in mystery