My mother she gave birth to me, I never felt her warmth, Her ultimate sacrifice, She never gazed into my eyes. Father gave up on himself, Handed over his own soul, Removed his heart from his inside, Left out in the cold. Like the flowers from the ground, They ripped my hand away from his, An evil woman with dark stare, Said I was the cause of this. I lay upon the cobbled floor, As the tears streamed down my face, I shiver from the cold nights breath, Whispering my name. Bruised and broken Without your love would I be living? I pray to you- oh, merciful you... But I can hardly breathe. You and I feel the same way when we are not the saviour Guide me through this sickness of mine Guide me to the light. I walk around this yard alone, Look out across the open field. It's dark and grey and doesn't sing, The bells above, they still don't ring. I look up at the stained glass sky, Bruised and Bent upon my knees, I hope and pray for happiness, It won't come for me. Bruised and broken Without your love would I be living? I pray to you- oh, merciful you... But I can hardly breathe. You and I feel the same way when we are not the saviour Guide me through this sickness of mind I can hardly fight.