Path of the brokenhearted at Christmas

(A lone voice whispers) I can still remember The sad day she said She didn’t love me anymore As she threw away my wedding ring in the pond and walked Right outa our door That was ten years ago or more At Christmas In 2000 and four I still see her on the streets But no matter how fast my heart beats I can still see and feel that lonely dark place Where broken souls fly When their hearts are truly broken And inside They always quietly cry She’s asked me many times to take her back She’ll love me more this time This time it will be different But all I see when I look her over Is Jack Running his hands through her hair and kissing Her soft red lips I maybe broken Cut deep with a sharp blade forever But will I go back to her Never I’ll just keep walking the path The brokenhearted take And maybe I’ll find someone truly special this year To love all of me and help To take away this god awful ache (C) Copyright John Duffy Foundation of the piece. Christmas is not all joyful salutations for everyone.