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
