She carried herself a long, long ways,
Out of direction, she was losing her hope,
Falling apart, one piece at a time,
No one sees the thunderclouds in her eyes,
The raging waters in her voice,
Or the pain squinched her pretty face.
One long lost night,
A thousand miles from home,
She fell against a wall,
Next to an old man,
She was fully in tears,
Without a word, he understood her pain.
There's medicines and treatments,
For sicknesses, cancer, flu, diseases and pain,
Why isn't anything out there for,
Broken Hearts?"
He spoke a while later,
She turned to look at the man.
"The only cure is the person walking away,
Not willing to look back to see what they've left,
You keep waiting and waiting,
Your realize when their out of sight,
It seems the only right thing to do is,
Run after them.
You run and run and run,
But the pain is like lead,
You just end up breaking down,
With your heart bleeding and broken,
Barely beating to say alive,
Sitting in your hands.
"You try your hardest to put back the pieces,
But theres always one piece missing,
Always the first love is the hardest,
Seventy years ago was the happiest,
Time of my life, now ate the age of ninety-nine,
My hearts still in pieces.
"Keep walking, it will be hard,
Just keep your head up,
Don't stop dreaming, you will seek through,"
He finished his last words,
And faded away.
