For the homeless, the hungry, the gangster and the priest For the weak that hide behind a clever wall of deceit For the sinner, the thief and the overachieved The hurting and the lonely
We’re all the same – fragile Yeah, my name is Fragile Either on the street or in the light of fame We’re all the same
For the man with the briefcase, on top of his game Who’s still the little boy who’s been trying to fit in He was a loser on the playground but a keener in the class Spent most of his life trying to cover up the past
But he’s the same – fragile We’re all the same – fragile With the walls we build to hide away the pain We’re all the same
We revert to fears and tears and inconsistencies And the mysteries only God could explain About the way we are and how we live and how we try to hide Who we are inside in shame
But we’re all the same How breakable we can be When we allow others to see
We’re all the same – fragile We’re all the same – fragile With the walls we build to hide away the pain Either on the street or in the light of fame We’re all the same