a broken soul sits among us
a broken soul we'll never know who
it could be me, it could be you
the quiet one always sits in the corner
the active one is outside playing
but you never know who has the broken soul
a broken heart
a broken soul
can be the same, yet so far apart
we will never know who owns the broken soul
maybe it's the musician who plays the love song
maybe it's the writer who has every friend
but who owns the broken soul shall never tell
the broken soul travels around never to be seen
never to be heard and never to be known
maybe the homeless man who lives in the box
maybe it's the football player who everyone loves
but who owns this broken soul no one shall ever know
who could it be? still no answer till that soul lets us see it! ! nice poem! !
thats sooo true cause we never know who is who.....great poem
That is true. we never know who has the broken soul. just like you said: could be the quite one or the active. good one i like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice truthful poem..10