When a spirit is broken, it's hard to put on a concealing face
Everything around becomes bushes of thorns
Waiting to gnaw at your skin and dig deep into your flesh

A heart that aches from missing someone
A mind that throbs from worry

When a spirit is broken, they long to see the friendly face they once knew or had
And when that doesn't happen, the spirit breaks to even tinier pieces
And the heart aches even more from missing that someone