The Walk Of A Broken Heart

The Walk Of A Broken Heart

Along a path that’s flanked by stones,
With many names around,
The sticks, they break beneath my feet,
But not another sound.

Slowly down the path of tears,
Where sobs have pierced the air,
Walking near the dead and gone,
My heart dissolves in care.

Then I approach a simple stone,
It bears a friendly name,
Between two years, there is a line,
For all his life and fame.

A flower left to memory,
I leave my mark behind,
And all throughout this piece of land,
Sad hearts cry out like mine.

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