I saw a man draw near
What he had in his hands was shattered
Despised, rejected and lost
He asked,
Is there hope for a broken man?
Is there life for a shattered vessel?
I seen tears flow out
But I heard no noise
He was silent
But I seen much pain inside his heart
In his silence
I saw him in a cave
I saw him in a dry and thirsty land
Searching for life...