Broken Strings ||

There is no war or peace

there is just catastrophe

only hurt and pain

and some maladies

I know everyone is screaming

deaths a formality

everything is on a change

and there is no empathy

The broken strings of my guitar

still plays the song of hours

shows the destruction everywhere

and the flares out from the ground

the broken strings of my guitar

remembers all the fallen stars

shows the world going apart

that hope is there for a new start

There are no smiles or tears

and there is no sympathy

only those killing flames

and too many miseries

every one is left so alone

loneliness is a family

there is too much all around

and no place for honesty

The broken strings of my guitar

still plays the song of hours

shows the distress everywhere

and the flares out from the ground

the broken strings of my guitar

remembers who are already gone

thinking about the world so apart

that hope is there for a new start

The broken strings of my guitar

still plays the song of hours

shows the suffering everywhere

and the flares coming from the ground

the broken strings of my guitar

remembers all the crying hearts

shows the world going apart

that hopes are there for a new start!!