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.