Purpose, isn't found in my broken hands or my selfishness.
Everything they have told me has broken my spirit,
and it has left me,
without a plan or a purpose for this life that i am meant to lead.
I'm a broken man,
I find no purpose in these hands,
I can’t build anything for myself.
They have left me,
with no guideline or outline of what or who I am meant to be.
Everythings unclear(everything that I see here),
so tell me what,
what do you expect from me?
I'm just a broken man,
gripping to life with a broken hand.
I wish, I had the strength to live a life,
a life free of regret.
To live a life free of regret.
All these thoughts running through my head,
in my own strength,
I think i'd just wind up dead.
Lend me a helping hand,
someone teach me to be a better man.
It’s like i've heard it all before.
Give me a reason to breath or I won’t breath at all.
Living through all this pain,
living amongst this hate, I cant bear another day.
What could I do, what could I say,
that could make this pain go away,
What could I do, what could I say,
I can't bear another day,
and it’s eating me away.
I am alone and cold, hopeless and broken and wretched with no place to go.
I am alone and cold, in desperate need of a purpose and a chance of hope.
I wish, I had the strength to live a life,
a life, full of hope.
To live a life, free of regret.
Give me the strength.