We return with our bleeding hearts held in our hands
Our broken and fragmented souls
There's nothing we can do
There is no way to mend ourselves
    We try our best-
We cut our skin to shreds
     Maybe it'll stop the bleeding mess inside our heads
We drink our worries away
     Only to wake up, still burdened by the day
We embrace the highs that don't last and pills that don't pay, fulfill, consummate
      To no avail
We seek to perfect
       Maybe if we try our best...
We turn to death as an answer
      There seems no other way
   I can't stay

We look for a purpose
In all the wrong places
pain to fight the pain, drugs to drown the day, suicide to light the way
But it's not enough
Still we lay, a bleeding broken mess
With nothing left to give, nothing left to say

Yet
Still He welcomes us home
Still He heals
The one, true and only way
to find unity and peace
On our blackest and loneliest days
There is a Power
That can heal
Every single wound you have
It just takes a little
Trust