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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