What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?
Well as some songs go
Does anyone truly know?
They often just fade away
Some even fall far from the sun's golden rays
Forever never seeing the light of a new day; they've lost all hope
Others even get hooked on alcohol and/or dope; they've forgotten about prayer
They sit around and around always wearing their frowns
As a king does his crown; tilted just a little to one side
Re-living their past love affairs
Where there is left no air or Ares
Spirits sunk into the mire
Heartless, tired from lack of desire
They would die if the flesh would let them; some eventually do
Others their spirits just will not let them; and they don't
Yet, deep down inside souls burn forth with
Re-birth within their dying embers
A thought sparks hope and what is left of their desires
A seed is planted; a hatch-ling begins to breathe
The breath of air is this; that there is someone out there
As the fire-bird from these ashes did rise
So too a willing young Phoenix, may yet fly
We broken heart-ed souls can not stand to be sold or told
Nay not for a Love that was purchased so cheap
Even when the match was lit from heaven
These lost mates would wish you a better fate
These lovers would bid you to go onward with their quest
To dispel the Dark Princes decrees
For he always shouts! This; it was not meant to be
Punch that Sucker right in his mouth
And continue to breathe the God giving air
This I dare say is what a true lover wishes for their departed mates
Cuss the foolish fool who beckons to fate; before its to late
Remember for a heart to be truly broken, it first must be bound
To a Soul, a mate that was never truly found; but offered up
Then again mate do Souls truly exist?
Well how can they in a world of UN-Spirited men?
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
