Broken

I’m a fading flower, in a blooming season I’m a wandering echo, without reason I’m a sinking boat, in calm waters And I’m a hopeless bird, in caging borders. Hear my voice, hear my cry Even so hard, with no reply Why do I have to scream? Just to realize, this is no dream. I’m just a person, with a hurting heart Can’t you see, even right from the start? I have feelings, I have emotions; Yes, I do, even in these broken moments. Laugh at me, mock me, and hate me But in the end, I will become The woman I am to be Because I too am, yes, I am someone. Someone with a name, With a story behind every pain Someone with a calling voice And a life with a great choice. Yes, I’m broken, and yes, I’m hurting But I have a God, who has been shifting In this scarred heart of mine Because in the end, I will be fine.