Withered

Should shadows come and darken my days
Should I then be still and know my place
Should I be whole or torn to disgrace
Though I be hindered I'll hold true

Once heavy arms now warrant embrace
Once sturdy mind now caters to strain
But still I'll hold
Though I be withered
May my heart be whole

If weary eyes not rest from their angst
If longing sighs affliction remains
And if my haven no longer be safe
My very lungs will empty all for their beg
Though I be withered
May my heart be whole