Unbroken

Imagine I was never really broken Free spirit, loud, maybe soft-spoken Unbroken, imagine that I try to stay open Despite the push and shove Face in the mud Crying like the mourning doves Begging angels to come But mostly I was alone Walking graveyards for fun By the time I was grown Thought death might be the only way home Thought death might be the only way home Imagine Crying if it is love I try to stay open Unbroken Imagine I was never really broken Death might be the only way home What didn't break her made her stronger I was alone