Only a few are chosen to be whole
And the rest are then thrown in a hole
Those are the memories we tried to forget
And what's in the making that leaves no regret
If you are the piece that fits in perfectly
Would you take my hand and live in harmony?
Or are you just like me trying to find what's missing
It's not always the broken can mend what's already tearing
A saying that would probably get worst every try
One always seek shelter and a shoulder to lean on and cry
When the breaking starts to shatter how can one pick up the pieces?
It's a natural healing, an order that no one suffers an endless stasis
Of emptiness, loneliness and sadness, to many has became a choice
Just have to endure and survive as we always do listening to the voice
Not of the darkness that dwells within us that devours our will
But to the angels singing side by side as you stood on a hill
Where then turn to a mountain, as you build yourself back up
Moulding what was once shattered for the struggle to stop
It has to start on your own to once again be whole stronger than before
Only then you'll find yourself ready to offer, opening up your door