The balad of broken love

Life keeps pulling us down
Can't seem to balance it all out
The problems keep on growing

Life is bitter kind
The ocean tides high from the wind
The plate over loaded we can only eat away so much
God will help us through this

Life is on the go
We're stuck in the past
Still trying to surf over the last
While life just keeps on the go

Life is bitter kind
The ocean tides high from the wind
The plate over loaded we can only eat away so much
God will help us through this

Afraid of the flash backs
Afraid of the future
Even if things can only get better
You just sit and hope
Too much and too high they get crushed

Life is bitter kind
The ocean tides high from the wind
The plate over loaded we can only eat away so much
God will help us through this

Time now you get on track
Burn the photos
Donate the things
Burn all the past
Move on and get on with it
Don't be stuck in the past

Life is bitter kind
The ocean tides high from the wind
The plate over loaded we can only eat away so much
God will help us through this

All you need to do
Is ask Him
He's always at the other end of your soul

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The balad of broken love