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
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
Everything's unclear (everything that I see here)
So tell me what, what do you expect from me?

I'm just a broken man, gripping to life with a broken hand
Broken hand

I wish (I wish)
I had the strength to live a life
A life free of regret
To live 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 breathe or I won't breathe 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 can't 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 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