Like surgery
And I've unskilled hands
Tenuous and frail
With hope and fear
Place the knife in the grip
Of hands that once held nails
Render the healer
The whole of my will
Rely on the healer
Like surgery
Cut deep within
Anesthetize the pain
A blackened heart
For opening
I feel the pull again
Render the healer
The whole of my will
Trust in the healer's skill
Stitch into my soul
Make my spirit whole
For surgery
I am not blessed
My fingers fail to hold
But I know one
With steady hands
And consummate control
Render the healer
The whole of my will
Trust in the healer's skill
Render the healer
The whole of my will
Rely on the healer