• Free the Broken

    Is there a reason for the madness?
    The panic that I sense.
    In your eyes I see it.
    Pain screaming ‘Let me go’

    Can’t abandon all my fear
    Can’t deny your screaming
    Somewhere hope is sleeping
    Arise and free the broken

    Alive! A taste so bittersweet
    Pale skin will warm and color
    Lovely the sound, light whoosh of breath
    Rising, and falling in time

    Heartbeats cry out, pumping blood
    I was once dead in misery
    You lie now alone deaf to my pleas
    “Awake poor soul, awake!”

    Freedom comes so slowly
    Life returns with pain
    You breathe with me now
    We, the broken are free.