Life has a way of beating down The people who are trying hard To be the people that they were meant to be And normally I'd be the one To pull them up when they are down But lately life's been beating down on me Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the irony That pain is where our joy can become real Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the mystery That the broken can help the broken learn to heal I've been comforting and giving help To everybody but myself And now I need someone to comfort me Ashamed to feel my own distress I try to hide my brokenness But who can comfort what they cannot see? Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the irony That pain is where our joy can become real Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the mystery That the broken can help the broken learn to heal You may find me weak And I may find you're not so strong We may both be weathered But together we'll find the strength to carry on Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the irony That pain is where our joy can become real Maybe that's just it Maybe that's the mystery That the broken can help the broken learn to heal That the broken can help the broken learn to heal That the broken can help the broken learn to heal