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Breaking down where this street ends

When the dawn was breaking

Breaking out with bleeding hands

And my broken heart is aching.

I drag myself along the street

–  Broke or simply broken –

I walk and there’s no one to meet.

No doors, no windows open.

Breaking out with broken wings

When the dawn was breaking

Neither can fly nor can I sing

And my eyes are aching.

Breaking down or breaking in?

Or just my heart is broken?

Breaking through all I’ve seen

Through all the words unspoken…