This is the age of enlightenment,

for the brokenhearted.

Who learn by the bruises on their fragile smiles,

those broken and bruised lips now…

Split by the lies of ever afters never allowed to be.

This is the age of enlightenment,

for the brokenhearted.

Who cry over the cruelty of their own dreams,

taunting, tormenting them,

with all they are not.

And all they could not be.

This is the age of enlightenment,

for the brokenhearted,

who lost their way without ever finding their light.

Oh, those poor forever brokenhearted,

Welcome to the enlightenment.

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