And they cry   and they call,   as the wayward walk alone.   City lights urban sprawl,   in a place no one can know.   Shown no grace.   Shown no love.   These mean streets are meant for none.      Take them back to the start.   Let the purest of heart   know their word is still spoken.   As they fight to exist,   we neglect and resist.   Let the circle be broken.      Broken homes,   broken lives,   They repeat themselves in time.   It's passed on   down the line,   'till we heal the wounds inside.   It's not too late   To make things right.   Dress the wounds with love's pure light.      Take them back to the start.   Let the purest of heart   know their word is still spoken.   As they fight to exist,   we neglect and resist.   Let the circle be broken.      They're still waiting.   They still cry.   They want to know they'll be alright.   All I'm saying   Can we try   to bring the wayward ones   back home tonight?   To bring the wayward ones   back home tonight?      Take them back to the start.   Let the purest of heart   know their word is still spoken.   As they fight to exist,   we neglect and resist.   Let the circle be broken.