Broken

A Mind is lost,
A Heart aches,
And a soul is broken.

Why, as a human race,
Try to end war?
When another sarts?

Why do we try to find peace?
When choas will rise again?

Why do we try to find happiness?
When sorrow is waiting at the turn of a cornor?

It's because of our minds,
Their broken,
They never see ,
The reapeating record of time.

Our Hearts ach,
To end it all,
But it never can,
For then the world will be too perfect,
And in that perfection,
Chaos will come out of the shadows,
That the people have long forgotten about.

And our Souls,
Will be forever broken,
We try to hide it,
But it shows,
In our lives everyday,
And because of that,
Madness and lies brew.

Why do we fix things?
When in the end,
They'll break all over again.