And they cry
and they call,
as the wayward walk alone.
City lights urban sprawl,
in a place no one can know.
Shown no grace.
Shown no love.
These mean streets are meant for none.
Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and resist.
Let the circle be broken.
Broken homes,
broken lives,
They repeat themselves in time.
It's passed on
down the line,
'till we heal the wounds inside.
It's not too late
To make things right.
Dress the wounds with love's pure light.
Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and resist.
Let the circle be broken.
They're still waiting.
They still cry.
They want to know they'll be allright.
All I'm saying
Can we try
to bring the wayward ones
back home tonight?
To bring the wayward ones
back home tonight?
Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart
know their word is still spoken.
As they fight to exist,
we neglect and resist.
Let the circle be broken.
