Drawing back
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Now I see
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The pile of broken tools
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Beneath the dust
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In the darkness
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Some were useful once
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But some have never been
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We all lie stagnant
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With our hands around our necks
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Rusted with
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decisions from the past
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First shafts of light
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sting my eyes
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But I welcome the warmth
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to burn the scars
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But I hold so closely
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The things that I despise
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Someone make me useful
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Something give me life
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I had a taste of something real
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But I quickly shut the door
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I just want to leave it all
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In the pile on the floor
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I've opened up before
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And that's how I've been destroyed
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Shattered by those I love
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My hinges are rusted shut
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(x2)
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I know what I must do
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Pry open my heart again
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In faith that you
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Will never do the same
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Drop all that I've become
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Its so hard to let my whole life go
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Like a soft breeze
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You blow it all away
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The scales have finally been removed
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The scars finally start to fade
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Is this it?
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The truth I've been looking for?
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It is!
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I give it all
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Come
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and make me new again
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(x4)Come.
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Pile Of Broken Tools
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Officer Negative |