For the homeless,the hungry
The gangster and the priest
For the weak that hide behind a clever wall of deceit
For the sinners, the thief and the over-acheived
The hurting and the lonely
Were all the same, Fragile
Yeah, my name is Fragile
Either on the street on in the light of fame
We're all the same
For the man with a briefcase
On top of his game
Who's still the little boy who's been trying to fit in
He was a loser on the playground
But a keener in the class
Spent most of his life trying to cover up the past
But he's the same, Fragile
We're all the same, Fragile
With the walls we built to hide away the pain
We're all the same
We have hurts and fears and tears
And inconsistencies
And the mysteries only God could explain
About the way we are and how we live
How we try to hide who we are inside in shame
We're all the same
How brave we can be when we allow others to see
Were all the same, Fragile
Were all the same, Fragile
With the walls we build to hide away the pain
Either on the street on in the light
I think we're all the same...
Fragile
