If only I were an eagle,
The mountains are steep,
And I am a weary traveler.

My compass fell from a cliff,
My nose is bleeding,
I can barely breathe.

If only I were a fish,
The waves crash hard,
And I am a weak swimmer.

My life jacket drifted away,
My arms are flailing,
I can barely breathe.

Life feels sacred,
when it seeps away,
have mercy on me, God,
for never cherishing it.