Broken Thoughts

As I stumbled across a field of broken thoughts, I wonder to myself how many have crossed this path before, I could not cope with the burden upon my shoulders, I could not cope with the lie, I crumbled to pieces fell to my knees, I searched the golden skies, drifted across rough tortured seas , Just a vessle among the other sailing ships, Yet no answers come to me troubled lips. Among the broken thoughts I found a sleeping ghost of a young child, She laid with her hair across her face, Brunette locks drift with delicate grace, Her breath is gentle entwined with the wind, A life she once lived where she never sinned. Her skin delicate, her cheeks slightly blushed, She found herself here as from the edge she was pushed.