I am the comfortable secure

The definition of this western world

And I have perfected deceit

Even I believe I'm above saving

I'll never let You see



I am the broken

I am the bruised

I am the poor ones

I have been used



When I am breathing my last breath

"Come and save me" I will cry to You

'Cause pride has not let me say

Why does it take so much Bring me to my knees

Why does it take so much pain for me to see?

If strength is only fond 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