Breaking Hearts

Sitting here in the midst of life
It occurs to me
That something's not right.
A moment to reflect,
But I don't really feel
Like looking at myself
in a real life mirror.
Try as I might,
My brain won't start;
It's stuck, right now,
On the matters of heart.

And I feel my heart breaking
For the lost part of life -
My body grows weak
From personal strife.
I know to hold on
With a will so strong,
But the road is rough,
And way too long.

On a nice little bench
Made of the great grey stone,
I sit in wonderment,
All alone.
WIth threes all around
There's plenty of room
For the birds and animals
To come and commune.
But the vines creep up
The trunks of the trees
Until even the strongest
Have to agree.

And I hear their hearts breaking
For this lost part of life -
Their bodies grow weak
From personal strife.
They try to hold on
With a will so strong,
But the time has come
To end their song.

Now life comes again
With a stuttering start,
And from this place
I can never depart.
Unwilling to leave
My friends alone,
But excited to start out
On my own.

And I can see my heart breaking
To mourn this new life -
My body gorws weak
From this personal strife.
I can try to hold on
With this dream so strong;
This road's gonna be rough,
Twisted and long.