Broken Hearts Never Heal

You can get up and running no matter how hard the fall,

If only you are willing to get up again and listen to the call;

But wat do you do wen your soul dies within you,

Where do you go then, who do you blame it to?

Dont worry, they tell me; its gonna be all right in the end

you'll soon realize it isn't the finish, its just a bend

How do I tell them its not the bend that troubles me so deep

It's the loss of desire to live that really takes away my sleep.

You've got to get up and move on wid life they say

All this crying won't help you in any way;

How do I tell them I ve lost the desire to run itself

Nothing seems to interest me now, neither power nor pelf.

With lackluster days and sleepless nights before me,

I look up at the sky and ask Thee

Isnt it unfair of You to deny me the only thing i've ever wanted

alas, I guess, by this thought, I will forever be haunted...