Broken
Broken minds delighted to see what will become
Broken hearts excited to finally see the sun
The necklace of recollection hangs on every soul
Freezing all our attempts to let our spirits flow
Broken signs that point to the bed above the clouds
But broken legs decide that the journey turns to doubt
The hidden eye inside us can see the path of light
But without a fast incentive we cut off all our sight
The wristwatch of lost illusion strangles every dream
The time has turned against us with no time to redeem
The bracelet of insecurity reflects our struggling race
The shinier the bracelet becomes, the happier our face
Broken, bolted doors that used to set us free
Now broken doors and decay are all that we can see
The little key is now forgotten, lying in our minds
That fast incentive is still nowhere and there’s nothing left that shines
Broken sleep has taken our minds and killed our little hearts
And the broken rope within our hands tells us to depart
The final hour parts way to visions of what we used to love
Our shackles finally break and our eyes see what’s above
Broken minds delighted to see what will become
Broken hearts excited to finally see the sun
The doors of recollection forgive the dying days
Warming all our reasons to redeem our empty ways
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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