Let me on an anvil, O Lord.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar
Let me pry loose old walls
Let me lift and loosen old foundations
Lay me on an anvil. O Lord.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together
Take red hot rivers and fasten me into the central girders
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars