Standard (EADGBE)

I am the comfortable secure

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 bro-ken

I am the bruised

I am the poor ones

I have been used.


It takes me falling to the ground

To admit to fully needing You

Then 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 to bring me to my knees,

Why does it take so much pain for me to see?

If strength is only found when I am on my knees,

Why is it so hard to show that I am weak?



(no3) x3