Made To Be Broken

This is a song I wrote based on a testimony (the story of how he became a Christian) from a guy whose name I can't remember but whose testimony has stuck with me:

Its cold outside,

Your window,

I look in,

Fairy lights gleaming,

Off pine trees.

I envy all I see,

Inside,

At least you've got,

Someone to fight with.

But I was made to be broken,

I was make to be left outside.

Its cold in here,

The hospital once again,

Too many cold nights,

And I need something. (more)

'Cause I was made to be broken,

I was made to be left outside.

I live on your streets,

You pass me by,

And stare at me,

While I scream,

For your spare change.

Cause I am made to be broken,

I was made to be shoved outside.

And I've got my tattoos,

Of memories and cults,

Imprinted on my wrist,

Are the scars of rejection.

Coz I am made to be broken,

I am made to be left outside,

I am left with this unread bible,

In my hands.

All  I need is some explanation,

And you provide,

Unseen hands pull me towards,

The altar,

Explanation fills my heart.

But I am made to mended,

I am made to be pulled inside,

I am holding my precious bible,

In my hands.