Oh hear me
sing
The ballad of the broken.
Hear the voice
Of your
smiling fallen angel.
Sweet melodies
Mask the screaming
And
soft music hides the torture.
Oh hear me sing
The song of the
broken
With the voice
Of a fallen angel.
We lie in the
street
Unnoticed in the crowds
Who are heedless to our
cries.
Under hurrying feet
We are crushed and broken more.
A
shattered diamond walkway
Mirroring the night sky.
Tell
yourself endlessly
That the broken cannot feel.
Live that lie
forever
And pretend we are not real.
Oh hear me sing
The
ballad of the broken.
Hear the voice
Of your shattered fallen
angel.
Sweet melodies
Mask the crunch of diamonds
And soft
music
Covers the strangled screaming.
Oh hear me sing
The
song of the broken
With the voice
Of a cursed angel.
You
watched as I flew
Far higher
Than the stars
The moon and
sun.
But then you
Tore the feathers from my wings,
Broke my
fragile bones
And revelled in the
Obscenity of what you had
done.
I can fly no more,
For I am like a
Broken bird lying
dead
My once white feathers
Stained blood red.
Oh hear
me sing
The ballad of us, the broken.
Hear the voices
Of all
the tarnished saints
Reluctant sinners.
Sweet melodies
Mask
despair
And soft music
Whispers promises
Of care.
Oh hear
me sing
The song of the broken
With the voices
Of every
dying angel.
