I pity all broken hearts
Filled with spears and darts
How could people be cruel
To hurt what's behind all arts
Homeless, is all that it is now
Living beside a waste bin
With no walls for warmth in winter
Not even a door to let you in
My heart wants to reach out
Asking you for a place to live
This can't be the end of life
There's still something called love
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
I pity all broken hearts
Filled with spears and darts
How could people be cruel
To hurt what's behind all arts
Homeless, is all that it is now
Living beside a waste bin
With no walls for warmth in winter
Not even a door to let you in
My heart wants to reach out
Asking you for a place to live
This can't be the end of life
There's still something called love
