The constant crash of the waves of time
And broken hearts, doth the individual redefine.
What we though of yesterday, is not who we are today
But mere jars of clay used in all the wrong ways.
Fractured, broken. Glued together we are
Just tiny specks of dust underneath the stars.
Fleeting like the wind, our days do fly
Too often we reject the truth and hold onto the lies
We deceive ourselves, like fools we be
O Lord, you see, help me see the real me.
With all these breaks, my heart does change
Every day leaves me never again the same
But you, o Lord, forever, never change
Help me hold on, when all else is shifting sand
On you alone, do i stand
A weary, broken, feeble man.