I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I am above saving
And I'll never let You see
I am the broken
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'm breathing my last breath
Come and save me, I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
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?
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
BarlowGirl - Song for the Broken Lyrics
BarlowGirl - Song for the Broken Lyrics
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I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I am above saving
And I'll never let You see
I am the broken
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'm breathing my last breath
Come and save me, I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
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?
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I am above saving
And I'll never let You see
I am the broken
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'm breathing my last breath
Come and save me, I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
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?
I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used
Writer: ALYSSA KATHERINE BARLOW, LAUREN ASHLEY NICOLE BARLOW, MARY ANN BARLOW, REBECCA ELIZABETH MARIE BARLOW, VINCENT ROBERT FRANCIS BARLOW
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.