Maybe my hands would shake Faces I don't recall Each of these finer points Lost on the whitewashed wall But at least It gets to be a choice Look at me closely You can see Just how broken A man can be Assisted by those who know The memories I used to be Suffering grips all my days Taut like an elegy Look at me closely You can see Just how broken A man can be Still love, still grief Still a tragic energy But I need control Death will bring me A calming neutrality If you let me go And make a choice Look at me closely You will see Just how broken A man can be Look at me closely You can see Just how broken A man can be