The Song Of Life

I'm walking down a beaten pathway,
trying to glimpse a sign,
That I'm doing the right thing,
In leaving my past behind.

The chilled wind rustles my hair,
and I feel a droplet of rain,
splash upon my weary face,
attempting to wash away my pain.

There's no time to stop to rest,
for I must trudge along,
to the wind's unheard melody;
to Life's lonely song.

I couldn't piece the broken parts,
of myself together again.
At least Humpty-Dumpty,
had the help of all the King's men.

But somewhere something better waits,
and I shall begin anew.
Time will heal my wounds one day...
I hope it heals you, too.