BROKEN DREAMS
HERE I SIT, ON MY BED OF BROKEN DREAMS
WITH ACHING HEART AND SILENT SCREAMS
THE SUN RISES BUT REFUSES TO SHINE,
SO MANY QUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND
IT HAS TAKEN IT'S TOLL, ALL THIS LOSS,
MY FAITH QUESTIONED, HEART BROKEN, FAMILY TORN APART,
EVILS PATH I'VE CROSSED FOR THE SUN RISES BUT REFUSES TO SHINE
SO MANY QUESTIONS TORMENTING MY MIND
EVIL HAS REARED IT'S UGLY HEAD A CHILD GONE,
NOT ENOUGH SAID OF THE PAIN AND ANGUISH IT CAUSES US ALL
A CHILD IS GONE BUT I STILL HEAR HER CALL
SO I SIT AND MEND MY BROKEN DREAMS, WITH ACHING HEART AND SILENT SCREAMS
WONDERING
I wonder what did you think
as your life ebbed away?
If you could have spoken,
what did you have to say?
If you could have lived
I wonder what part
Of the awful incident you'd
have kept in your heart?
Were your thoughts pleasant,
or were you troubled and surprised?
Did you communicate with God?
Were there tears in your eyes?
God knows what's best
and he knows our pain,
but how long does it take
for broken hearts to smile again?
