We were young and able-bodied
And our hearts were pure and old
We were broken we were naughty
Never did what we were told
But we had some kind of wisdom
That the wise could not impart
So we formed a kind of system
That would unify the heart
Now the heart was bent and shattered
But the soul was still intact
No one knew or thought it mattered
No one cared to dare look back
So the people prayed and worshipped
And the preachers did their part
But their weightless faith, imperfect,
Couldn't unify the heart
