Choices that are not ours,
Change our lives.
We look for who to blame,
Leading with knives.
(Desperation)
We did not have a say,
Often neither did they.
(Finds no haven)

How much hurt must you see before you say “This ends with me”?
What will you need to see before you say “This ends with me.”?
This ends with me.

We’ve seen the loss, we’ve felt the grief. Mourning those who still breathe.
No one knows the path they lead when there’s no lamp to guide their feet.
No one can see.

Watching the fall of those we love, they grow hollow
Through the cycle of “Nothing’s enough” asking what is it for?
Reminders of sacrifice, that mercy dwells with strife.
Every scar leads us back to what’s real.
Only the broken can heal.
The words that sever ties. The common thread that binds.
The truth it does reveal, only the broken can heal.