We’re all a little broken, Lonely, scared and sad The things we see and feel On the long and winding road From boy or girl to mum or dad And if we were born with the knowledge And nothing still to learn Then there’d be no story of ourselves Or the trying times we yearn Of the bitter disappointments Of the droughts and flooding rains Or the butterflies and sunshine And all the tears and all the pain And if we gave it up Ran out of hope or time or fear or pride We won’t ever get to love What’s on the other side So get back up off the canvas And take another one on the chin Admit we’re all messed up And then you will begin You’ll find yourself and lose yourself And you might not like what you see But don’t forget you’re loved By God above and good old Me! Just don’t forget you’re loved By God above and good old Me!
