Rascals Of Broken Hearts

The hope of a farmer is a nursery bed 

The hope of the righteous is a joyous end

What's the use of a cable TV with scrambled channels? 

Or the hope of light at the end in an endless tunnel?

A blind soldier is useless on a battle field 

Like safety not guaranteed with a broken shield 

When hearts are broken, it becomes cold 

Then angels grow filthy souls 

Carelessness comes after all hope is lost 

Like the disciples of a lost cause 

Just like an archer playing with a poisoned dart 

We become Rascals of Broken hearts 

-TheVyrus