It is a world of broken souls
You break me I break you
They get me I get you
And the breaking continues
Tears keep flowing each day
And the water the tree of hate
Hate and vengeful thinking
And the tree bears fruits of pain
Which someone else will have to swallow
Why can't the tears water hope
Why not bring new life from them
Why not end the chain of sorrow
I guess it is true
Broken souls break souls
And break themselves more while at it
