We’ve all, we’ve all been broken

Shattered, left mute with regrets unspoken

We’ve all loved and lost

Been forsaken, repented our deepest trust

We’ve all wondered why

Destiny picked us to cry

Why faith has to be tested

& life doesn’t turn out the way intended

We’re mended, we’re mended to be broken

Yet human clay believes itself golden

Stunning in its courage to be happy

As wild elations tempered with black melancholy

-Suraj Mani