by Each time I come to you the same:
beaten, broken, crippled, lame
with tears trailing down my face
and begging for a moment’s grace.
Each time I come to you the same:
beaten, broken, crippled, lame
with tears trailing down my face
and begging for a moment’s grace.
A (wise) man of two faces 
This is wonderful – it needs music – or perhaps it carries it’s own music.
You are too kind-thank you 🙂