
Broken bones,
broken bones.
Straying from
the straight
and narrow.
Broken bones,
broken bones.
Sticking out
just like
splintered arrows.
Broken bones,
broken bones.
All of us
once made
of perfect form.
Broken bones,
broken bones.
Now all
crooked and bent
from the storm.
Don’t cross paths
with one of us.
We healed wrong,
left forgotten
for too long.
Fractured
and cracked
but still strong
despite the world
doing us wrong.
All us
broken bones,
broken bones.

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