Thursday, March 6, 2014

Broken

I hear the words echoing deep within the walls
I hear the choir singing, “I Surrender All”
I feel the moment pulling fully at my heart
I feel emotions swell, but I won’t let the tears start

For I’m too broken for words to heal
I’m too empty for a song to fill
I need more than Sunday morning
to recover from my Saturday night
I need a whole new life

My angry disappointment haunts me like a ghost
My bitter agitation prevents what I need most
Just like a force field that won’t let the daylight in
The music radiates and bounces off my skin

For I’m too broken for words to heal
I’m too empty for a song to fill
I need more than Sunday morning 
to recover from my Saturday night
I need a whole new life

But I’m clinging to the pain that defines who I am
I’d like to let it go, but I don’t think I ever can

For I’m too broken for words to heal
I’m too empty for a song to fill
I need more than Sunday morning
to recover from my Saturday night
I need a whole new life

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