Broken by Jessamine Grace

My voice has been stolen by the itch in my throat,
I tried to scratch to make the lump go away,
My eyes have gone dry,
There's no rain in the sky,
That will fill up the rivers of salt from my eyes.

To the right there is darkness,
The left there is light,
How do we decide what is wrong or right,

There's love lost,
And hate kept,
In dark little corners,
Hero's have fallen,
To dark pits of dormant,
Heart ache,
And heart break,
And words left unspoken,
In tapestries woven,
By those who feel,
Broken.

Where did we go wrong?
Where did we loose the path along the way?
x2

Purple is the colour of the trees in the night,
As you try to suffocate the world,
Your fingers have lingered,
It's too hard to bring them,
Away from your face,
To look at this place,

How long has time gone,
It's too late to move on,
There is no escape,
From this eternal wait,

For soon dear,
The tune dear,
Is telling our doom here,
Maybe the true fear,
Is letting ourselves near,
To love,
To trust,
And to leave ourselves open,
Finally show them,

Inside we are,
Broken, broken, broken, broken. x2

• Acoustic
• classical guitar
• individual
• original music
• vocals
• Manchester