The Cry of the Broken

Take my soul

cuz I don’t wanna be here anymore

Take my soul

sick of all my chances closing door by door

Call me home,

I’m better off away from all that I’ve ever known

Call me home,

seeking something that ends with me not being alone

This is the cry of the lost

of the ones not yet awoken

yes, it’s the cry of the lost,

the cry of the broken.

Looking up,

hoping for the answers I’ve been searching for

Looking down,

seeing my tears beginning to soak the floor.

Asking how much more I must endure

A lot in this world that’s far from pure.

Was that the plan?, Was it the goal?

To make me a lone evil dying soul.

This is the cry of the lost,

of the ones not yet awoken

yes, it’s the cry of the lost,

the cry of the broken.

Where’s the freedom? When will it all just end?

So much pain that my soul will no longer bend.

It’s about to break, snapped underneath the pressure.

Longing to feel the love, joy, & the everlasting treasure.

I want love that won’t play me like a toy,

peace that fills me with unlimited joy.

To sense the weight of the world off my back.

To never feel like there’s something I lack.

This is the cry of the lost,

of the ones not yet awoken

yes, it’s the cry of the lost

the cry of the broken.

No one who denies the Son has the Father; whoever acknowledges the Son has the Father also.”
1 John 2:23

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