Broken
Now close the windows and hush all the fields
And turn away a blind eye
Or hold out your hand and offer your help
Answer the innocent cry.
Such a happy place it used to be
Where innocence was free to roam
But evil that has lurked beyond a grasp
Has rapidly made itself known
Where laughter was and still should be
Those days are shadowed in the dark
No more a fantasyland for children
No more freedom in the park.
Sometimes their spirit is broken
Sometimes they don't survive
Their will is taken from them
With deceit and evil lies.
The horrific pain they must endure
The criminal acts they see
Their trust destroyed in human kind
Their hearts are forced to bleed.
Now close the windows and hush all the fields
And turn away a blind eye
Or hold out your hand and offer your help
Answer the innocent cry.
~ Angels that Care ~ ~ Angels that Care ~
I thought it didn’t hurt to love
The bruises on my ego far outweigh
The bruises on my heart
I thought you loved me
You told me time and time again
With each crashing blow
That tore against my skin
What used to be the sweet sound
Of love in my heart has turned into
A bitter taste of sorrow, for tomorrow
That forever cascades down my
Ever-growing need for desire for
Comfort like soft blankets covering
My ultra-thin skin.
Touch me as you will my love
The pain should fade fast
Leaving a relic of tortured past
Upon your bloody palm
You’re fingerprint on my soul
Is captured and replayed many times
In my mind of wonder
The epiphanies come clear to me
Of what I once was, back then
Far, far ago and what I must become.
Tiny tendrils of hate that permeate
My soul into the forgotten spaces
Only to return again and again and again.
Like the burn of the hot sun and the
Blistering cold of the winter
My heart is weathered in a way that
I can overcome.
I can overcome.
I can overcome.
I Thought....
