Pieces of the world will fail you,
it's desires only grant themselves.
Try as you may,
but your heart still cries.
Life's hard and I'm not the only one.

Falling to knees,  
as always.
Broken into pieces,  
from a former self.
Robbed of everything,
that bears your hearts wealth.

In these very tears,
is a place filled with fears.
What is to be revealed,
things seem at an end, but we're not done.
Battles have been fought, but a greater war has to be won.

The price of life comes at a cost,
and to find yourself means admitting your lost.

Words that bless your ears,
should be the same wiping away your tears.

The eyes of man don't fully understand,
his only as human,
Who sometimes acts in the ways of lesser good,
quick to sin as his nature would.

Man only has to look at the horizon
for the Son to set on their eyes.
Man only has to believe
for blessings to arise.