Losers, all the lovely losers
who never thought you'd hear your name
Outside, always on the outside
empty at the wishing well, but time will tell
Blessed Be
the one's who know that they are weak
they shall see
the kingdom come to the broken ones
Blessed Be
Thirsty like you're drinking from a salt sea
but one day you'll be satisfied
Hungry for the taste of mercy
aching just to have your fill, one day you will
not for the strong the beautiful the brave
not for the ones that think they've got it made
it's for the poor the broken and the meek
it's for the ones who look a lot like you and me
