Tired and Broken

It's so natural, it's your funeral today
You've played games with us, enough of this
Lies are nothing, and I've hit, you missed
You're far from home, and here you lay

Freedom shall reign, over this mind, this soul
Oh broken one, just keep marching
Your love is home, but just keep searching
For a chance to show it to the washed out goals

I'm getting tired, and so unsure
But that's immaturity talking to me
Open your eyes, and I will see
That I'm just not alone, and I'm so pure

Born of the formals, die with the poor ones
Plagues have seen us fall too hard
On a glass floor that I've called broken shards
He's calling out, "come home, oh broken son"