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Oh hear me sing
The ballad of the broken.
Hear the voice
Of your smiling fallen angel.
Sweet melodies
Mask the screaming
And soft music hides the torture.
Oh hear me sing
The song of the broken
With the voice
Of a fallen angel.

We lie in the street
Unnoticed in the crowds
Who are heedless to our cries.
Under hurrying feet
We are crushed and broken more.
A shattered diamond walkway
Mirroring the night sky.
Tell yourself endlessly
That the broken cannot feel.
Live that lie forever
And pretend we are not real.

Oh hear me sing
The ballad of the broken.
Hear the voice
Of your shattered fallen angel.
Sweet melodies
Mask the crunch of diamonds
And soft music
Covers the strangeled screaming.
Oh hear me sing
The song of the broken
With the voice
Of a cursed angel.

You watched as I flew
Far higher
Than the stars
The moon and sun.
But then you
Tore the feathers from my wings,
Broke my fragile bones
And revelled in the
Obscenity of what you had done.
I can fly no more,
For I am like a
Broken bird lying dead
My once white feathers
Stained blood red.

Oh hear me sing
The ballad of us, the broken.
hear the voices
Of all the tarnished saints
Reluctant sinners.
Sweet melodies
Mask despair
And soft music
Whispers promises
Of care.
Oh hear me sing
The song of the broken
With the voices
Of every dying angel.