With the great light I came in,

with the great light I'll see my end. 

Fingers that dissected me from the start,

turned out to be hands. 

Pushing me towards the great light, 

I will have mistaken a stroller for a wheel chair.

A carriage for a stretcher. 

To arrive back vulnerable, needy, and helpless as a 

newborn baby. 

With the great light I came in

with the great light I'll see my end. 

Fingers that dissected me from the start

were hands

Pushing me towards the great light,