Broken Hands

Purpose, isn't found in my broken hands or my selfishness.

Everything they have told me has broken my spirit,

and it has left me, without a plan or a purpose for this life that I am meant to lead.

I’m a broken man, I find no purpose in these hands, I can’t build anything for myself.

They have left me, with no guideline or outline of what or who I am meant to be.

Everythings unclear(everything that I see here), so tell me what, what do you expect from me?

Im just a broken man, gripping to life with a broken hand.

I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life free of regret.

All these thoughts running through my head, in my own strength, I think i'd just wind up dead.

Lend me a helping hand, someone teach me to be a better man.

It’s like i've heard it all before.Give me a reason to breath or I won’t breath at all.

Living through all this pain, living amongst this hate, I can't bear another day.

What could I do, what could I say, that could make this pain go away,

What could I do, what could I say,I cant bear another day, and it’s eating me away.

I am alone and cold, hopeless and broken and wretched with no place to go.

I am alone and cold, in desperate need of a purpose and a chance of hope.

I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life, full of hope.

To live a life, free of regret.

Give me the strength.