How do you mend a heart scorned and torched? A heart that has been broken, swollen, and distorted. Another young Brother swept away in the tides as a few stolen moments took possession of his life. So tell me please! How do you mend a battered torn heart? When your tears won't stop pouring and your happiness won't start. when visions of mangled bodies dance twistingly in your mind And the screams won't stop coming, it only intensifies. How do you mend a heart scorned and torched? With a cup of tea and crumpets, or something of the sort? Do you shut your eyes immensely to keep out all the light? Do you wrap your chest in tattered cloths so your heart can't feel the knife. Do you dance and sing tunes of better days til your voice can't sing no more? or until your feet collapse from being tired, worked, and sore? Do you intoxicate your mind with a bitter tasting drink Do you smoke out all the pain that has risen from the day? Tell me! How do you mend a battered torn heart? Do you easily ignore it and carry on with your part? Do you dream of somewhere else where life is just and fair as fragments of debris wisps lightly through your hair? Do you fall into a humble sleep where only your voice can be heard? or do you ride the waves of emptiness and nestle with the birds? For the life of me, i just can no longer block out the pain! They're killing all our children and they are doing it in our faces! They are robbing, killing, stealing and eating their souls like sweetened cake. Please someone tell me how many more souls do we have baking? Will it be your soul my soul his soul her soul our souls! Or will we just finally die to escape it? How do you mend a heart scorned and torched? Do we gather by the wayside where the reaping is a sown? Or Should we all come together to protect our very own? Tell me, how do you mend?