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A Whisper called Lost Broken Cries

Updated on August 18, 2013

I am a broken man
Half of what I use to be
And when you look into my eyes
You see my twisted memories
Stitched together cause I'm frail
Hands are bound by 20 nails
Ten lace my hands--ten just to see
The pain that's left inside of me
I'm a broken shard of fate
A breath that came a second late
I'm nothing hymned into a tune
A life of hopes that never bloom
Tears form and fall as pure despair
Tied in the locks of threaded hair
I'd close my eyes and quote a prayer
It holds no point without you there
Cause without you Im just a hole
A painful rift with no control
I'm without hope- I'm bare and blind
The broken soul that walks mankind
Stripped of belief--at loss for care
Hallucinating that you're there
When you lose a need you make believe
You lose that heart--stripped from your sleeve
Tomorrow's something I can't see
Cause one thing is all I need
It grants that chance to live and be
And when you lose that something
There's nothing left of what was me

A gasp in need of some fresh air
A gentle caress of your hair
This thing that is inside of me
I'd cry for days if you could only understand
What we share in waking days
Is what brings tomorrow with a hope
Without that hope I'm dead inside
A broken man--with broken eyes
Without you I am what's denied
A whisper called lost broken cries

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