Wilted I am, a shell of a human.
I claim the purest motives, but have nothing in my hands.
How can I speak with authority about the things that have not shaped me? Violence, and inequality are things that have strayed far away from me.
So give me ears to hear, and give me eyes to see
(I want to know where the world will have me).
Give me an iron heart, and give me empathy
(I want to know and see equality).