i hold the remains with broken hands and it's difficult

setting stone with fractured bones

but who else will do it

my hair has grown too long

so i will cut it with bent fingers

when it looks bad i'll be glad it made you laugh

i listen to the pains i've felt

spoken from other mouths

and try to be detached from them

because nothing i've felt could be as important

why should i exist if not to persist

to walk on my broken feet

so i can help

so your life can be better

how else can i measure my value

if i'm not of service who am i