I am runnin' scared.
A tried and tested cache of perfect answers strands me suddenly unprepared.
And I can't help but care.
I watch as everything that I once clung to
is wrenched from my grasp, flung into thin air.
I'm caught unaware.
I will stumble, will I fall?
I'll be humbled, will I crawl?
I am broken, will I be healed?
I am beaten, am I torn?
I'm alive, but nothing more.
I am broken, will I be healed?
Will I be healed?
Don't know when to fight
when a lifetime's worth of what seemed so wrong
suddenly blends in with what seemed right.
And it's so far from sight,
I watch as everything once in the darkness
is strangled, pulled and dragged into the light.
It all seems too bright.
I will stumble, will I fall?
I'll be humbled, will I crawl?
I am broken, will I be healed?
I am beaten, am I torn?
I'm alive, but nothing more.
I am broken, will I be healed?
Will I be healed?