I Want to Feel Alive!

What does it take,
To feel something, anything,
I want to whistle again, I want to sing,
I want to feel alive, for goodness sake!

When will my ship come in,
Make me feel whole,
Cleanse this aching, aching soul,
Lift these idle hands that desire to sin.

Why do I suffer so,
In this testament of shame,
In this existence, my heart has become lame,
And my body has corroded ages ago.