Lyrics

The strong will teach us nothing
As the weak and hungry know
A broken heart alone inspires
And shows us where to go
The spirit enters softly
Through the hole left by defeat
In The Beauty of Broken Things
Is where our spirits meet

When whatever boot you’re under
Tries to keep your body down
The boot has no idea how
You flourish underground
When all your friends are rumored
To be dead or dying now
Oh The Beauty of Broken Things
Will grant relief somehow.

“A rose! A rose! My Kingdom for a rose!”
Cried the King of Nothing, or so the story goes,
A rose, a rose, the King of Nothing knows,
Is beautiful because it soon will freeze beneath the snow

Sorrow grants us vision
Without it we are vexed
If we have no scars, we’re blind
In this world and the next
Though I may be weary
Unnoticed, alone
In The Beauty of Broken Things
My heart is still my own.