BROKEN HOPES

There’s a broken bridge I cannot pass To a broken place to go - I must A broken jar I have with me With a broken pen inside to see My broken heart can’t help but sob My broken pen must kiss the pad Waiting from a broken place But a broken bridge is like a haze My broken hopes - I cannot chase I cannot reach the broken place I need to get the dusty pad or I will turn into a broken rag Behind me is a broken tree I turn my head to look and see I grab my pen from a broken jar and touch the tree from not so far By a broken pen I express my thoughts To a broken tree I engrave my hopes But still I have to reach the place But a broken bridge is a broken maze My broken dreams turn bleak and far As ugly as my broken jar I have to get to a broken place For my broken pen to find its ways