My nerve, my nerve
You gave me the joy of touching her face
And to feel the soft palms of my children
You gave me warning from burn and cold
And assured my life of the world to know
My nerve, my nerve
You aged and bent
Or so did your intruder
A blood vessel falling
To slice your sheath and kill my patience
My nerve, my nerve
Your torturous nature was unforeseen
Your memory as my path to feeling life
Where there was feeling came anxiety
For I didn’t see your darker side, your sinister strength
My nerve, my nerve
Even in your neuralgia, you were my teacher
Unrelenting on my face, trembling and yet frozen
destroying confidence and ending a smile
And starving the body from the joys of taste
My nerve, my nerve
Your assurance I’d suffer created new sight
You digress into disease that assures life’s plight
And your companionship of malevolence
Crafting me for suffering’s reverence
