I would that I were made new; these scars on my belly undo,
The blood that I have in my veins could be mine, and not stranger unnamed,
'Cause I once was perfect as you,
Pink skinned, and full of flaming youth as the wind on the terrible sea, as a pillar of ivory.

Six angels at my back,
Two to sing,
Two to pray,
Two to bear my soul away.

I would that I were made new,
I would that I were made new,
These scars on my belly undo,
I would that I were made new.