All Are Broken
All are broken in these desperate days.
Demons all around,
They cut and clip and snip my soul.
Tears trickle down into my heart and try to make it whole,
And I lay here broken, in a pool of my own blood and misery.
The worse thing is, I've let them do this thing to me.
My soul threadbare and worn so thin,
I can feel it slipping; I can feel it giving in.
I cannot find your light in this overpowering dark.
So I lay here broken, in a pool of my own blood and misery;
As they cut and clip and snip at me.
Thinking to myself, the worst thing is,
I’ve let them do this thing to me.