We are the cracked ones The beaten up and broken ones The shells we once wore Some desperate protection Against a hostile enemy Now useless, fallen to the floor We are the cracked ones Raw and tender like new-borns Feeling returning Where once was numbness No strategy left No more bartering for love’s morsel Just this blazing heart Cracked and bleeding light Into a dry world that longs For a love that is true You cannot love without cracks Without the beaten and broken bits.