As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
But happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
Waha comes to the broken hearted.
Whose ancestors are now departed
I know I got to find some kind of peace of mind, maybe.
The broos of pus grow all around
And for me they come charging down
Everyday heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows looking for light
Cold and alone
Hoping and praying for someone who herds
Always moving and going nowhere
Waha comes of the broken hearted.
Who had herds that are now departed
I know I got to find some of those beasts of mine, help me
Waha comes to the broken hearted?
Who had herds that are now departed
I know I got to find some of those beasts of mine,
I've been searching everywhere
Just to find some herds who .
I've been looking everyday I know I've got to find a way.
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