For the never loved
For the ones who are hurt
And those without someone
Who can heal their wounds
Who can heal their soul
I grieve for the broken
I grieve for the never whole
I grieve for the crying
Who cannot be consoled
Because there is hope
There is a place
We all can be
There is a love
That can redeem
And I sorrow
I sorrow for the souls
Who have given in
Who have given up
With wounds within
And a bleeding
That can't be controlled
But there is a healer
There is a holy land
The fields of Elysium
Where I hold the creator's hand
And we walk
With gentle breeze
And sunlight
And peace
