Born Broken

Life is a gift – it comes in a box

We shake it up and wonder what we got

We dream about the things we might be

Excited like children around a tree
We begin to unwrap it and toss innocence aside

We open up the box and look inside 
Just to find that we’re broken

Something aint right

We are born broken

What’s wrong with this life

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