Broken

Like a flower bed after a torrential rain

Or the blood pouring freely from an open vein

No better yet, might as well say this

The hog that's roasted for hours over an open pit

I can say it in so many ways

Rephrase it, erase it... the image remains

Memories of something so alive and well

Now crushed dead, left with only stories to tell

The more lies that unfold and truths to be told

Brings light to life lessons leaving us prematurely old

Seeking acceptance from all of those around

Time and again will find us beat to the ground