Yeah, I have always dreamt to live a life
Free from anger and enmity
But I keep asking "what brought me here?"
"What really pitched me here".


A state of pain, deep in my flesh
A drive to stain and break in a flash
My mind can't hold or stand on it's own
Filled with so much anger, can't tell where it all started.


Emotionally torn apart like that of the pauper's cloth
With no possession to hold on in this heart of mine
So they say; I am broken
And I agree, because I am broken.


Can't tell where this flash of hatred keep coming from
My heart so ready to absorb what it brings
Put the pain together
My mind keeps telling me.


But see how rounded I have fallen in my tears
I need the word to take me through
Yes, that word to move...