Broken Pieces

I am a weary wondering travler,
walking lifes old lonesome road.
Full of broken pieces
and a story seldom told.

Your face is but a memory,
your laughters faded too.
I'm on lifes rocky back roads
dreaming dreams of you.

No ports i find of safety,
No home for me to rest.
I journey through the thunder,
wild bird with out a nest.

My hearts forever bleeding,
for things i did not say
I'm lost with out your love dear,
i can not find my way.

Soon my long walk will end,
and i will cry no more.
For my bodys weakening,
and my poor feet are sore.

I'm full of broken pieces,
a shatttered hearted man.
Who has no strong foundation,
drowning in quicksand.

I am a weary wondering travler,
walking lifes old lonesome road.
Full of broken pieces,
and a story seldom told.