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