Child of a broken dream

There is nothing in me

deep or true,
I am dead.
There is a body

walking out of sight

There is a tree,
There is bus, there is this house
and there is me.

Dim and shallow,
lost and hollow,
is the man who walks alone.

Home, home
is his only cry,

a place to belong
is his only sigh.

I would set him free
I would set him free
Oh! child of a broken dream,
There is hope, there is death.....