Broken, broken, broken
I feel so broken.
I try and I sweat;
I try and I bleed;
I try and I break.
My soul cries in anguish
My heart screams in agony
I give all of myself
And all that I have.
And it isn’t enough
I’m never enough.
The past haunts me
The future frightens me.
I cry out to the Lord
“Will I ever be enough?
Can I ever do what is necessary
Or will I always drown in the dark?”
And the Lord answers me:
“Relax, and breathe.
You are my beloved child.
Do not fear the standards set by Man.
Live with honor
Live with love
And all will turn out as it should.”