They said I was born a broken baby,
Remove the silver spoon from my mouth.
Opened up the closet door for me,
And said you better never come back out.
I sat there in the silence,
My heart cried everyday.
If I could only find one friend to tell me,
Everything is going to be ok.
The fear when the soul aches,
Produce the tears that blind your eyes.
The air becomes too stagnate,
And the Spirit begins to die.
Oh Lord you have to save me,
From my certain emotional death.
I need to stand back up again,
I need to catch my breath.
Please would you tell all
If the rumors are really true,
Are all the Broken Babies
Allowed in Heaven to live with you?
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