Once the mask falls off...

Oh the brokenness and imperfections that we carry.
Inside of this fragile vessel, we try to bury:
Pieces of this person we have come to be
Yet this is who we are and this is our history.

Each day that we wake up, we approach life with a slate that is brand new
There are so many things and projects that we will have to do..
In the midst of all of our doings, we will encounter the person who we are
In our response and in our reactions, we will be exposing our inner scar

Oh the brokenness and imperfections that we carry.
Inside of this fragile vessel, we try to bury:
Pieces of this person we have come to be
Yet this is who we are and this is our history.

We like to appear like we are the ones who have it all together
That the mistakes that others are making.. we wouldn't ever make: never ever..?
Yet inside of us, inside of our being is  that brokenness and fragility
That is crying out to others through the masks we wear to hide our identity

Oh the brokenness and imperfections that we carry.
Inside of this fragile vessel, we try to bury:
Pieces of this person we have come to be
Yet this is who we are and this is our history.

The moment that we accept it...that we are all a very broken people;
Walking around in this universe,  beneath the everlasting steeple..
Then, we will all be looking at each other, with perfecting understanding
And not take part in the judgments that label each person
        with some kind of branding

Oh the brokenness and imperfections that we carry.
Inside of this fragile vessel, we try to bury:
Pieces of this person we have come to be
Yet this is who we are and this is our history.