Her eyes,
filled with sorrow and lies.
Her heart,
slowly falling apart.
Her smile,
its been fake for a while.
Her wrists,
carved with perfect slits.
She's depressed and alone,
her voice is a mere drone.

No one there to listen to her,
but, then again, who would even care?

How many of you out there if you died today
Dust in the wind, simply blew away
Would have confidence of the after life
How many of you out there, if today you died

How many of you out there could you truly say
Up in Heavens Glory you would have a place
Do you have that confidence in the paths you choose
How many of you out there could speak that lasting truth

How many of you out there are out there
Searching for that something, grasping at thin air
Do you have that confidence in that which you've never seen
How many of you out there know exactly what I mean

When I say...

How many of you out there if you died today
Dust in the wind, simply blew away
Would have the confidence of the after life
How many of you out there, if today you died

Break me Lord...

So in my brokenness you can put me back together

Take me Lord...

Rearange the pieces that do not fit

Into your mold...

Pour me out for better

Bought and sold...

In Christ Jesus I will live