Fracture

The open wound

The festering sore
The pain and the hurts we bore
Souls that are sore
And don’t want to cry anymore
Broken and wanting no more
How to heal a fracture
How do they live after
Is there anything sadder, than a person that is fractured
A child with a broken toy
Like how a pedophile breaks a little boy
And a father seeks his little girl’s joy

So many fractured
So many lost
Tell me how to make it better and what’s the cost
Tell me how to heal your heart and make it soft again
It becomes harder to believe in our original sin
What we are was how we were made
And where we’ve been
Keep searching for heaven above
When the world is crying with the tears of a dove