Tough And Fragile

Your hands

You're holding up the world

Dressing pretty

To cover up the hurt

'Cause this place has treated you so unkind

Never really let you be a goddamn child

Old enough to be your own mother

Strong enough to not miss your own father

Somehow growing older, you got lost in God's design

So you learned to be tough and fragile

At the same time

At the same time

Your hands

Made it all better

Beautiful

How you're holding it together

This wasn't what you signed up for but you kept on showing up

You raised yourself beyond the cloth from which you were cut

Old enough to be your own mother

Strong enough to not miss your own father

Somehow growing older, you got lost in God's design

So you learned to be tough and fragile

At the same time