Song for the Broken
I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I'm above saving
I'll never let You see

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used

When I am breathing my last breath
"Come and save me" I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say
Why does it take so much Bring me to my knees
Why does it take so much pain for me to see?
If strength is only fond when I am on my knees
Why is it so hard to show that I am weak?

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used