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It was a different world back then |
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Though not so long ago |
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I thought |
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I understood most men |
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And now I just don't know |
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For all that |
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I thought myself smart |
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I can't fix the rupture and break |
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In my achilles' heart |
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And all the certainties |
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I had Here all been washed away |
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It seems my world was built on sand |
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It vanished in a day |
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With all my beliefs torn apart |
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And I'm left with now are the shards (of) my achilles' heart |
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What seemed like dreams are really nightmares what seemed like fiction's really real |
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When my brain won't take in what my eyes say they've seen |
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Then we've surely reached the end |
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So although life must soldier on |
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A way of living now has gone |
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A right to freedom and to be |
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Has been denied to you and me |
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It's difficult but we must start |
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To undo the damage that's done |
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To our Achilles' heart |
