the shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
  but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone
    never want my hand cut off
  never want a hacking cough
  never need a cliffside push
  never turn my brain to mush
    always give me what I lack
  always take the best parts back
  always recognize your fate
  always just a moment late
    left is where I always turn
  left is how I'm forced to learn
  left the route my walking takes
  left alone with my mistakes
    up against the person who
  up 'til now I never knew
  up from hell the answer blew
  up or down it's up to you
    drop me off the Chinese wall
  and peel my fingers off the rim
  I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
  limb by limb
    and I am taken far away...
    lingering slowly melting away
  tossed with the salad and baled with the hay
  pooling the water that drips from above
  trampled by lambs pecked by the dove