The stories of the wounded hearts
did not speak loud at all
Everyday a feeling was lost
and once again starts the pain.
Drifting through the endless time
the scars will never heal.
some, they say "there's no such thing"
but these hearts have been there before.
Breaking a bone will feel the same
While cuts and burns will last a while
wondering when it will be good enough.
When We will be good enough.
Walking along a railway path
where skeletons shattered everywhere
awakened inside as they sit and cry
no hope, no need that is all.
Broken clocks are stuck in the moment
broken down moving slow or not at all
When will the world finally see
these hearts are not looking for tomorrow.
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