Tuesday, June 3, 2003

Wounded

This wounded soul
- has seen too much
It is broken and bruised
- it is cold to the touch

This empty shell
- is home to despair
Where once there was meaning
- it now just lies bare

How many times can I lose myself?
- before all hope is gone?
How many times can I fail myself
- just to sing this tragic song

This life - it's a circus
- a game, I can't win
I'm lost
and alone
I'm dead from within

This heart that's so battered
- this soul that's so torn
I'm broken and beaten
- yet still, I go on.