Broken Doors
This is how love in ones heart is a concept of ones view toward the subject.
Broken doors, shattered locks what happened here?
There are fires all around us; we look for signs of life,
to look for a gimps of light in this broken town.
You look down and blame yourself;
You think the destruction is entirely your fault when it was everyone.
We try to leave but the bridges are all burnt to ash,
silence surrounds us in the night.
One house still intact, the lock is cracked fro some failed attempt,
but together we’ll survive forever.
In the little broken town called our hearts.
There are fires all around us; we look for signs of life,
to look for a gimps of light in this broken town.
You look down and blame yourself;
You think the destruction is entirely your fault when it was everyone.
We try to leave but the bridges are all burnt to ash,
silence surrounds us in the night.
One house still intact, the lock is cracked fro some failed attempt,
but together we’ll survive forever.
In the little broken town called our hearts.
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