We are all broken.
Chipped or shattered
Doesn't matter.
We are all less than we ought to be,
Less than we thought to be
By now.
We are all sinners,
Losers or winners.
We have all fallen;
We hide when he is calling.
We were meant to live much higher,
But the devil is a liar.
We can't tell good from bad,
And our lostness makes us sad.
We are tired of being all alone.
We are all seeking,
And our souls are always leaking
From whatever box we try to keep it in
We are all broken.
You would think that's where it's ended
But any good technician knows:
Whatever's broken can be mended.