Like a broken down fence
Years wasted, too much nonsense
Sad thoughts seem to stay
Like hardened molded clay
Cannot be twisted nor bent
Like a sudden cold breeze her life went
Struggled to get to the end of road
Pulled an extra heavy load
Mourning like someone just died
Round and round on a merry-go-ride
Like a wounded bird trying to take flight
She wanted to fly away many a stormy night
Carried baggage she borrowed
Stayed there afraid in sorrow
Emptiness and shame inside
His life, a slow suicide
Often times she was hit
She tried to fix it
Promises of better days ahead
Instead
No chance to rehearse
Problems grew worse
Packed and unpacked bags
Wrapped in a patchwork of rags
Stitches ripped apart at seams
Worn threads, broken pieces nothing left to redeem
