In the house of broken wills
they take the cup our hearts fill
And spill it on the floor

Racked in pain they lash out
with every envy, fear and doubt
quashing any hopeful sound

Dragged across the broken glass
of their own shattered past
they subject us to their crass

In mercy I will stand once more
and love them as I have before
and grab a new bottle
for a new rapport