Numb - The Turning

A hundred lives fall from the sky

The papers print statistic lines

But children cry without their fathers

Pack my bags I’m already

And it’s all the same

It’s another day

I sold my soul

I threw away my innocence

And it feels so wrong

All my senses died and I am numb

My mother called me late last night

Her sister died on her morning flight

So gather all her sons and daughters

And her mother

Tip my hat I’m on my way, so late

Only time can make me see

All the life was stripped from me

Only God can save me now

Only God can break my heart… break my heart