Though my veins might be through
Though my flesh torn away
Though my cracked skin is peeling
Though my feet through their wandering
Though my bones may be breaking
Though my lungs may be failing
Though my heart is through it's beating
Though my nails may be stolen
Though my voice may be failing
Still my core will keep its burning
Round the centre I'll keep spinning
New beginnings for the rest
Who of my body, make their nest