The Broken Christ (Inspirada en el Cristo Roto de Tamaulipas)

«It’s a cold

It’s a broken Hallellujah»

He said
«It’s a broken Hallellujah»

He spoke:
Look at the window and see
How many broken there are
Then look at me and believe
That I was made to relieve

But now
You see the dead part of me
You see that I was born ill
Perfection does not live on me
Most of my pieces are missed

«It’s a cold
It’s a broken Hallellujah»


He said
«It’s a broken Hallellujah»

Like you
I lost my heart when I loved
I lost my leg when I ran
I lost my arm when I held
I lost my skin when I bled

I burnt
And I got hurt and returned
Just to be one of the damned
It is the truth best kept:
We are all broken inside.