My Defense

Weakened by drought and falling faster than a comet.
Beaten by disaster and fumbling through the steps.
Nothing much to see, not what I hoped to be.
But its what your doing, I am becoming me.

Take up my defense,
I haven't got enough strength left.
I'm digging my heels in the ground,
and my river and wells run dry.
My hearts too weary to pound,
Is this how you want me to die,
Is this how how I should live my life.
What are you doing,
Slowly becoming me.

Please take up my defense,
I haven't got it yet.
I forgot the words to say,
Can't remember how I got this way.
What am I supposed to do.
I'll give it up and trust in you,
if your arms are strong enough to hold the world,
you can hold my heart, life and universe.