I'm weak
I have no energy to stand 
I lean on the thoughts of the day
I look to the heavens and question God
Why are you punishing me?
Is this for a reason?
Why don't you let me die?
Or do you have a plan for me?
The seconds move as days
Through my deteriorating skin, I see my reflection in a
mirror 
I stare deep into my eyes as thou I can see my soul 
I begin to ask myself:
Why am I being punished?
Is it for a reason?
Do I want to die?
Does he have a plan for me?
It all becomes clear
I have been plagued by the misfortunes of my youth
Learning from only my mistakes and failures
Living at the bottom of my well
Never wanting to come out
From helping hands, I begin to stand
Rising up out of my well
Advancing my stages of wisdom through the eyes of my
proteges
I now can move mountains
I'm stronger because of my training
I'm can finally say I'm at peace with the past
I live my life now with no regrets