Where the Broken Go

Let it Be

These shoulders of mine ache,

my heart pounds in my chest...

Sometimes it's more than I can take,

still I know I'm not like the rest.

I try so hard to forget,

but I can still hear it in my head...

It's the voice of regret,

it's that which, I most dread.

Use to think that my smile,

could somehow chase it away...

Thought if I could laugh and love for awhile,

it would have no reason to stay.

What I didn't realize,

is that I was feeding the sorrow...

Didn't want to open my eyes,

didn't want time I had to borrow.

Now I'm walking along side all of you,

hearing again that same voice...

You talk about what you've been through,

as if none of you had a choice.

I hear you rant and I hear you whine,

and still actions I do not see...

There's a very thin line,

drawn between what you are and what you will be.

You cannot expect a stranger to understand,

the problems that cause you such disgrace...

You cannot ask for another to extend a hand,

when you've already shown your double face.

Keep the lips sealed and look into the mirror,

don't just look, you have to SEE...

Is it becoming any clearer?

You are what you are, just let it be.