A Broken Heart.
As I wander down this lonely road,
Without a trace of light.
Stumbling over the sticks and stones,
Losing my minds last fight.
My heart it hurts from beating,
My eyes to sore to see.
I have not the strength to walk,
Nor a fresh breath to breathe.
I know why I feel this way,
Not sure how to deal.
For my hands are bound behind my back,
My wounds to open to heal.
Sweat drips out my forehead,
As tears stain down my cheek.
I struggle down this road called life,
So cold, lonely, and weak.
My weakness is called a “broken heart”,
So known, it has name.
There is not a way to get around,
Nor a cure to ease the pain.
The only thing I know to do,
As I walk alone, along my path.
Just hope and pray that I’ll grow up,
And this pain will subside at last.
