I was raised to go to church
To bow my head and pray
To give praise and to serve
But somewhere I lost my way

I was raised with strict morals
To do chores and to be polite
To work hard for all my spoils
Seems working is all I do right

Growing up I was full of yearning
Wanting to be more than I was
A blind eye to all I was learning
I realize now I'm a lost cause

Growing up I was broken and empty
Pleading for a different life to live
But broken is all I continue to be
I'm empty with nothing more to give

As an adult I've fought for peace
Inside my heart and in my head
My struggles have yet to cease
I will keep suffering until I'm dead

As an adult I should be strong
Why am I unable to handle life?
Is there a secret to holding on?
Is there an ending to all this strife?