Broken
I’m broken
My heart
My soul
Just a gapping hole
As I listen
To the eerie sounds
From within
Where the cold wind does blow
And my thoughts
Those inner voices
They constantly flow
My feet they fail me now
I cant hide from the sounds
There isn’t any place to go
My skin is starting to wrinkle
Stained to the point
Where all the tears they still show
So I cry to God for the reasons
To all this pain and the grieving
No answers come just fleeting seasons
And all my words I’ve chosen
Leave me only unanswered questions
and here i am still broken…
Copyright © Jim Campbell | Year Posted 2007
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