This life breaks me, God heals me. I fall again, he still sees me. He knows my heart, he knows my pain. The world is loud, but His peice is clear. Some days I smile, most days I fake it. So much pressure, I can barely take it. They say have faith, but they don't know, I'm fighting battles I never show. Praying just to feel to right, searching for peace I still can't find. I lost my way, but never His light. Even in sin, he held me tight, regret so heavy, shame so real, but His mercy taught me how to heal. He didn't wait to be perfect, He waited for me to come back broken, and when I did, I found Him there washing my soul with every prayer.