The broken soul,the broken life.
That's nothing more I have to live.
I'm walking on the edge of knife,
And need just something to believe.
The broken soul, it's so worn out,
So crippled by the strokes of fate.
I used to be alone in crowd.
It's now too late, it's just too late.
I'll wait awhile for something better
Still looking at the still of night.
When does the sun rise up not matter.
I have no strength to win this fight.
So sore to feel your world is shattered
And waiting sky to open wide.
For broken soul the only shelter,
The only place for me to hide.