A Broken Life
To wake up at dawn, and find you have nothing, To walk into the lawn, and find a delayed spring, When your footsteps sink, too deep into the ground, And through the rest of life, there’s that recurring sound. To
To wake up at dawn, and find you have nothing, To walk into the lawn, and find a delayed spring, When your footsteps sink, too deep into the ground, And through the rest of life, there’s that recurring sound. To
With sunrise begins another brand new day, For how long today, can you remain on the highway, When your feet begin to ache, and your mind buckles away, How much longer you can wait, only you can say. When the
Describing to others what it cannot observe, The mouth has thus no purpose to serve, And the mind is unfortunately or not, dumb, And so to the limitations of words, doesn’t succumb. If only the eyes that see could just
I walk up to the college, where we first met, And see if I can find, what I can no longer forget, All that remains, is the building and the playground, With no trace of you having been around. I
We talked through the ravines of the night, Into the lap of dawn’s first light, We talked of our lives, yours and mine, And how each had lost its own shine. About the smile that had never faded, Despite the