Broken

He was 40 days old
When they found him frozen to death
He died there alone
On his bed which was a wounded chair
There’s no glass on the window
Just like there’s no one he can call dad
Sorrow and fallen hopes are
What his mom gets from this promised land
Broken system, broken faces
Is there a hope for a helping hand
So tomorrow, will the sun rise?
Is there a thing to believe in left?
Ooooh we’re lost and damned
He’s 11 years old
But his body says he’s only six
You can count his bones
Through his thin and wounded skin
He has a big dream
Walking miles, taking shots everyday
Just to save his people from this living hell
Broken system, broken faces
Is there a hope for a helping hand
So tomorrow, will the sun rise?
Is there a thing to believe in left?
Broken system, broken faces
Is there a hope for a helping hand
So tomorrow, will the sun rise?
We’re lost and damned
Broken system, broken faces
Is there a hope for a helping hand
So tomorrow, will the sun rise?
Is there a thing to believe in left?
Broken system, broken faces
Is there a hope for a helping hand
So tomorrow, will the sun rise?
Is there a thing to believe in left?
Ooooh we’re lost and damned
Ooooh we’re lost and damned
Ooooh we’re lost and damned