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.
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