Amos Lee

All my friends,
all live in pain.
Longing for the warmth of chilhood,
to bring them home again.
All my friends,
got broken hearts.
And if the world's at stage,
we're searching for our parts.
We'll face the winds,
and break the strongest of trees.
And beckon for the sweet, soft, summer breeze.
All my friends,
got broken wings.
never will you hear them asking why,
the cage bird sings.
All my friends,
they know how to live.
oh so much sorrow,
so much love to give.