My heart is breaking

my heart is breaking

my mind it spins,

as all that is holy

is fading to grey.

where are the grievers

the seekers who heal,

whose footsteps are found

in their deserts pain.

my heart is breaking

for the lost and the blind

as they practice their praying

whilst turning away,

yes turning away,

we are turning away

our heart's have forgotten

and we are turning

away.

I hear the quiet sobbing

the ones wounded by stones

that so easily are thrown

in the darkness of hearts.

so easily thrown,

oh so easily thrown

heartless and hopeless

they are easily thrown.

my heart is breaking

and my mind spins sorrowful,

as all that is gracious

is subject to rules.

where are the lovers

who embrace and who heal,

whose footsteps are found

in mercy and justice,

acceptance and peace

whose footsteps are found

with the rejected and lost.