It had to be done, You say
There was no other way
I was sick and in need of repair
Each piece taken apart
Examined and decided
The remedy would come through despair
I may not understand
I may not like it
But there’s purpose in the troubles I bear
It had to be done, You say
There was no other way
I was sick and in need of repair
Each piece taken apart
Examined and decided
The remedy would come through despair
I may not understand
I may not like it
But there’s purpose in the troubles I bear