Everybody hits the spot,
The rough patch of the road,
Where life kicks em down,
And leaves broken and disowned.

Where you've got nothing to show,
Except holes,
In your heart,
In your wallet,
In your soul.

But you can't let those holes define you,
don't let them decide,
Who You
Will
Be.

Build bridges above,
Over those holes,
And find yourself stronger,
As you overcome the obstacles,
As you become
Once again,
Whole.