A broken man can understand. What it means, to be in sinking
sand
What he feels though is much like us. The feeling of loss,
the want; the thirst…
Where can he run where there’s no sun, where the shame has
not begun?
Is there a hope; a place to cope for a broken man…
He’s looking high and dry, but far too far
When the truth he seeks, is right where you are.
The light he needs, is in your heart,
Are you doing your part?
The truth is here, it’s so near to the broken man full of
fear.
What is your lot in this plot? You have gained, you’ve lost;
you’ve fought.
You can clearly see; you’re found; you’re free. And now you have kept the key.
The key of hope; a place to cope for a broken man…
A man has come to save our lives
A wise man seeks and he finds
A humble man begs and he is free
A blind man asks and he starts to see
So why are we keeping this light
When we can make the world so bright?
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