World of Broken Hearts

There's so much,
to talk about in this.
There's so much,
to hear from the mess.
Not a music can,
wipe out the weeping.
Not a charm can,
magically work on healing.

Not a doom,
not a judging day.
Not a surprise,
not a separate way.
Eternal path,
winding in its wrath,
and I,
I can't seem to pray.
Boredom cries,
of lovely days in pass,
all changed now,
nothing here to stay.

Welcome aboard,
nothing had changed,
in years or so.
Wrecks remain,
so the pain stain,
everything is just blue.
Once you're in,
let's forget what was out,
that's how we rule,
in the world,
of broken hearts...

Sing me a song, now,
tell me your story.
Tones don't matter now,
just rhyme it on with "sorry".
Been there one time,
and it was then forever.
Heard it's healed by time,
and so I'm waiting forever.

Smile,
in a senseless thought,
what matters now,
your mind or a heart you sought?
join me, oh tortured soul,
that's a journey for you,
in the world of,
broken hearts,
aye, broken hearts.