Broken Clocks

We stare at broken clocks
The hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights,
Empty hearts and empty places
The day we lost her
I slowly lost you too
For when she died,
She took a part of you

No time for farewells,
No chances for goodbyes
No explanations,
No reasons why
I watched it eat you up,
Pieces fallen on the floor
We stare at broken clocks
The hands don't turn anymore

If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way
I would climb my way to Heaven,
And bring her back home again...