Strip my bones, make sinews scream
As muscles waste away
Erode my independence, day by day
Legs hang useless, arms grow weak Next, rip away my strength to speak
Diaphragm slows, a struggle for breath.
…I will lose, you’ll have my death
But until then, I won’t give in. I’ll give you not one goddamn thing
As down this slippery slope I slide with heels dug in my battle cry of hope and love, compassion and grace My sense of self and sense of faith
Those things, those things I won’t forsake Those things are things you cannot take Those things I will not let you take
For though this battle may seem futile and the outcome likely set I am not ready to concede, no white flag to run up yet
Strip my bones, make sinews scream As muscles fade away But don’t expect surrender, not today.