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Land Of Broken Hearts And Dreams

I often go to a far off land
It's not the same as dreamland
This place is for broken hearts
A place for people with broken hearts

Only the broken hearted
Are allowed there
It's a place where we can go
To escape the pain of being alone

This is the land of broken dreams
Nothing more than broken dreams
You will always find me there
With my broken heart and broken dreams

As long as I have this place
I'll never get hurt again
I've been there for so long
It's become a second home

Every time my hearts been broke
I've come to a place I know and love
Now my heart will never mend
I'll be stuck in this far off land

If you come in search of me
I'll keep running and hiding away
Nothing will change how I feel
Nothing will fix my heart and dreams

Unless you have a broken heart
Unless you have broken dreams
No matter how hard you try
You'll never be able to find me

Only a heart that's true and pure
Will guide you to this lonely boy
Only a heart that's full of love
Can rescue me from this place I love

So try and help me if you dare
If you're lucky you may find me here
Unless your heart is pure and true
There'll be nothing you can do

But listen for my broken heart
If you're lucky you may hear it
Listen for me each time I cry
Listen for my painful cries


If you ever find me
Then I know you're the one
The one who can fix my broken heart
The one who will mend my broken dreams

Until then I shall stay
In the land for the broken hearted
Here I'll stay and simply cry
Until my saviour arrives

If you're very special
You'll see my river of tears
Then you'll find me sooner
Just follow my river of tears

You may just find me
Sitting in an empty field
Sitting under a lonely tree
Crying my days away

Flowing in these lonely tears
You'll see my broken dreams
All the things I want in life
That will never be

But you'd better hurry
There isn't much time left
Once my final dream is gone
I may already be dead

Once my final dream is gone
There'll be no hope for me
Unless you have a heart of gold
You may be able to save me

For now I'll sit in this lonely field
Under my lonely tree
And hope that one-day
Someone will save me

Copyright 2003 Lee Platford

Written 1st May 2003

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