Wayward One

And they cry
and they're gone,
as the wayward walk alone.
City lights, broken sprawl,
in a place no one can know.
Show no grace.
Show no love.
These mean streets are meant for none.

Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and recess.
Let the circle be broken.

Broken homes,
broken lies,
They repeat themselves in time.
It's passed on
down the line,
'till we heal the wounds inside.
It's not too late

to make things right.
Dress the wounds with love's pure light.

Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and recess.
Let the circle be broken.

They're still waiting.
They still cry.
The one love: they'll be allright.
All I'm saying;
Can we try
to bring the wayward ones
back home tonight?
To bring the wayward ones
back home tonight?

Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and recess.
Let the circle be broken.