This song is my hope for the broken ones
Who are beaten down, spat upon, coming undone.
The ones who are feeling like they’re on their own
Take my hand, come with me; you’re not alone.
Let me be your voice if they take yours away;
I’ll be the vessel through which you have your say.
And let me be your listening ear
To hear all your struggles, and dry all your tears.
I know that in this world you’re losing trust
Because far too many people look at you with disgust
Like you don’t matter, like you’re nothing, like you have no worth;
But listen now, hear me clearly; you are meant for this earth.
You are vibrant and precious, wild and free;
A hurricane of potential, a storm out at sea.
And there’s no stopping you if you give it your all,
But don’t be discouraged if you must start out small.
Just keep keeping on, let the world hear your voice.
Be the hope for the others that they still have a choice
To fight their way out of their false prison cells
Built of hatred from others; floored with seas of eggshells
Where if they speak up they’re stepping out of line
But if they’re silent it must mean that everything’s fine.
So, for those who cannot stand on their own
Let’s speak out, pave the way, and let them be known.