Harrow Lyrics

Having my eyes ripped out would be a blessing-
To never have to see what i cannot reach.
Why is it so hard for me to turn my back on myself?
Forever stuck under the weight of this world,
And only because of my resistance.
I have the power to find my feet,
To stop this eroding earth.

But to rise in this would be an empty action-
As a dead tree still stands unaware.
Is that truly power, or my fear?