The Broken People

There is a land, a land of the broken people,
where dreams have crumbled to sand,
where the sea is playing truant with them,
and the broken people
build sand castles to be whole again.
and again

There is a pain, the pain of the broken people,
which flows from their very hearts
which is blowing in their faces,
and the broken people,
breathe in it so they may feel again.
and again

There is a God, a God of the broken people,
She is holding a candle to their pain,
Turning their tears away
and the broken people
stand a cross her path again.
and again.

There is a music, a music of the broken people,
they see Her in it,
that which they can never touch,
and the broken people,
clap to capture its beauty again.
and again.

There is a poem, a poem of the broken people,
its finding its way to them,
piecing them together
these broken people,
living like nothing could ever be broken again.
and again.