The scars of this life Have left me barren Like a field Stripped bare, by drought The poison of this life Has left me weak Like a lamb Born, in winter Still I hope Still I believe There is a way Out of this broken dream This broken dream This, broken dream This broken dream This broken dream This, broken dream The shackles of this life Have left me lying, in the dark Like some mangy beast The torture of this life Has left me cowering Like some poor beaten child Still I hope Still I believe There is a way Out of this broken dream This broken dream This broken dream This broken dream This broken dream This broken dream Still I hope Still I believe There is a way Still I pray Still I believe There's a way out of this broken dream