Broken - Wardrum

A touch of sunlight and the day breaks in the city

This life is open to an empty page again

Yet all the world beyond this sweating window pane

Will still remain for me a sad object of pity

A voice of reason hides behind the strength of feelings

like any blinding urge denies a truth that screams

the dreams we bought had shown that nothing’s what it seems

and all our questions are still hanging from the ceiling

Is there a point in living

Are we heaven’s lavish heirs

Is there a God forgiving

That can hear our prayers

He should know by now we’re suffering

But keep on trying

This spiral track we’re spinning in may last forever

but time will cruelly take it’s toll on everything

Soon we must find the will to spread our broken wings

When all we are begins to fade, it’s now or never

Is there a point in living

Are we heaven’s lavish heirs

Is there a God forgiving

That can hear our prayers

He should know by now we’re suffering

But keep on trying