So many times we’re broken but rarely do we mend
until we’re just a crumpled mess at this lifetimes end.
So often do we wee our world in shards upon the soil
then, though we may feel broken, it’s time again to toil.
For life, it seems is made like that, we stumble and we fall;
at times we see there’s no way out – our back’s against the wall.
But humans are survivors – we battle ‘gainst all foes;
we’re not built to be quitters – not while our blood still flows.
So stand against the enemy, so deep inside your mind;
listen to your Spirit – you’ll be surprised what you will find.