Is This It

If I threw my broken body Let it shatter on the rocks Would you pick up all my imperfections Keep them hidden in your jewelry box Would you help this old man singing Would you save this little boy Would you treat me like a baby And let treat you like his toy Is this it? Is this really it? This is it Would you break me like a prism Would you see my different sides Would you separate the bright ones Hang them on your laundry line Would you help this tired Abraham It's not just Isaac that is crying For he who is busy loving Is both living and is also dying Is this it? Is this really it? This is it Would you know me like a doctor Would you sing me like a hymn Would you touch me like a bridesmaid In some husband's dirty little dream When these defeated lips have failed me Would you save my hungry eyes Would you milk your breasts for honey Would you feed me all your petty lies Is this it? Is this really it? It's all that we've been praying for It's all that we've been praying for Is this it? Is this really it? This is it