Shattered - William Fitzsimmons

Broadest road that I can travel 
I am drawn by what I see 
spirit living deep inside me 
is fighting to be free 

I'm a homeless man who's trying 
(and I do not have a home yet) 
find a place to lay his head 
find some comfort in this journey 
(just another taste of pleasure) 
at least before I'm dead 

there she is inside, waiting on another 
chance to make it right 
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her 
and finally be still 

and these sidewalks speak of demons 
(there are demons all around me) 
they are stepping on my toes 
and my head just spins in circles 
(I can't even stop this movement) 
round and round it goes 

and I've got so many pipers 
(and I think I hear my song now) 
leading me right to my death 
I'm a slave to my indifference 
(and I'm comfortable in chains now) 
I'm a corpse with borrowed breath 

there she is inside, waiting on another 
chance to make it right 
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her 
and finally be still