Made to be Whole
Joseph Morgan
Where would I be without you
To guide my feet
I'd be running down empty streets
With no clue (oh no clue)
You picked up all my broken pieces
Put me back together
You said, "Son, you matter
I need you to hear me say,
'You're made to be whole
You're made to be whole
You're made to be whole'"
I'm made to be whole
I'm made to be
