As broken as it ever was

I woke up Wednesday morning, in denial.

I don't care who is our next president

by comparison to the confirmation I've received

I thought we'd come far, and we'd never go back

to the way things were

But this old world is as broken as it ever was

I got on the bus, on my way to class

And I looked at my driver, a man with brown skin

And I began to weep for the first time

I thought we'd come far, and we'd never go back

to the way things were

But this old world is as broken as it ever was

I thought we'd begin to repair

America would prove this old optimist right

as she chose justice and love

over hate

But then I heard about Natasha, a fellow Baylor student

and I read this collection of tweets

and I heard about the increase in racially charged incidents on Baylor's campus

and I thought,

My God, My God, why have we forsaken you?

This old world is as broken as it ever was.

But you know what, I will wake up tomorrow

And maybe by then I will be ready to believe again

That, in the end, LOVE WINS

and we get to choose to be part of that fight

And this old world is also just as beautiful as it ever was