Better That We Break

Better that we break the chains
that keep us hanging on
That hold us in a prison
where the hope of love is gone
A night so lonely comes upon
the heart that cries inside
Tender tears that douse the flames
of a soul that slowly died

A hunger left upon the soul
has found no refuge there
Inside the heart a single teardrop
rips the yearning bare
Among the shattered pieces
of a love that lost its glow
Has tipped the mind severely
with the lancing of each blow.

Now tattered bruised and vacant
on the heart there's no relief
As distant dreams are scattered
in the mounds of the debris.
Inside the wreckage of the soul
a truth is there to see
Consumed by all the madness
in the flight of fantasy.