on the corner of the street broken bottles at her feet her hands are trembling as she takes again her daily dose of oblivion
the girl with pitch black painted lips blood dripping down her fingertips already wishing she was dead though her whole life is still ahead
another broken home another broken soul no way to kill the pain inside though she numbs the wounds they’re open wide
on the corner of the street she’s fallen down. her small hands bleed she’s crying, trying to stand up mama’s still inside the liquor shop
the girl is only nine years old there’s people watching it all unfold but when mom comes out and leaves her there no-one doesn’t even care
another broken home another broken soul no way to kill the pain inside though she numbs the wounds they’re open wide
if I just could I’d go to her and take her hand in mine show her how through love and grace it can all be left behind and If I could I'd go to her and tell her why You died but the sin inside keeps me petrified your words echoing in my mind it's the blind leading the blind
another broken home another broken soul I know who could kill the pain inside and heal the wounds that are open wide another broken home another broken soul still I refuse to break her free what’s wrong with me as I ignore her I feel odd did I just walk past the Son of God?