I yearn for sight, but I am blind.
I yearn for speech, but I am mute.
I yearn for flight, but I am cripped.
I yearn for life, but I am dead.
I yearn for laughter, but my heart is hollow.
I yearn for friendship, but my soul is vacant.
I yearn for rebirth, but my womb is barren.
I yearn for warmth, but my flesh is frozen.
That’s how it is.