Nobody cares for a bleeding heart, A voice screaming out into the dark. They hear the pain, but not the meaning, They see the wound, but miss the spark. No patience left, no ears for understanding, No hands reaching through the storm. They called the thunder something broken, Never saw the light being born. The scream was not a cry for ending, It was heaven breaking through the night. A tiny crack inside the darkness, A glimpse of something pure and bright. But they pushed away the blood and shaking, Annoyed by the sound of someone lost. Afraid to look into the shadow, Afraid of what the darkness cost. So they turned away from the dreamer, They buried the flame beneath their fear. Never knowing the voice they silenced Was the closest thing to heaven near. Chorus Don't run from the bleeding heart, Don't turn away from the scream. Sometimes the fracture in the darkness Is where the light begins to breathe. The broken ones are not the ending, The wounded are not the lost. Sometimes a piece of heaven falls here Just to show us what love costs.
