The Klutzy Song

I finished a song today and being "praise day" or "singing religious songs day" I thought I'd unleash the words to the world.

The Klutzy Song

raised by a people who believed they were strong
taught that security meant I belonged
the price of admission was always too high
the demand that I make something of my life

outwardly failed in so many ways
inwardly struggling to see better days
the people around me can't see past their pain
cry out like drowning to be saved again

why is it they think I'm responsible
that I know what's up and can settled their scores
I'm only human exactly like them
just a jacked up tool in a perfect plan

You, you want me
Lord, you want me
klutzy and needy though I am
you want me

in this quiet place I stand though I know
storms are ahead and there's one way to go
struggles all ahead pain's in the past
I'm not giving up til we meet at last

You, you want me
Lord, you want me
klutzy and needy though I am
you want me.