The Long Walk
Broken inside, haunted and alone
Walking through life, all on his own
All his losses, his heart still mourns
Tears in his eyes, cos of chances blown
With no real direction, he wanders on
Walking through roses, but covered in thorns
Thinking of his purpose, why he was born
And why it's always his heart that ends up torn
The road winds long with much in his way
His desolate heart wanders without much to say
Fighting for his sanity with each passing day
Hoping the next person he meets might actually stay
His mind clouded, pondering what went wrong
Looking for reasons for him to remain strong
Pushing through hurdles on his journey long
Growing tired and weary of the same old song
Weak and broken, the predators begin to stalk
Like a fish in the water through eyes of a hawk
All he wants in life is an ear to hear him talk
Hopefully he will find it, and end his long walk
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