Heart in Defeat.

11/27/08 12:48am ***written a long, long, time ago.

Listen here: Broken Strings

This long and windy path.

I've come to the end, at last.

No more crossroads with tolls.

No more lost dreams at that.

I do fear my travel's end.

For what purpose of a journey

with nothing to defend?

No room for white horses,

Or faintly damsels in distress.

I've picked up the pieces myself,

Even when it's not my mess.

The moats are drained,

I've weathered through the storms.

As for the ramparts themselves,

They're nothing more than stones.

These lessons learned may all be for naught.

But what my heart's endured, will never be forgot.

Believe me, I've fought this long all on my own.

Pulling down my sleeves, I've slain these dragons alone.

It's true in that I have no room for dramatics.

Been through the ordeal enough to establish,

That my heart has frozen up.

The optimism on pause.

Enough with the formalities now,

I'm done with love.

Yet still my flag waves free,

as tattered as it is.

My pride still intact,

But no more hearts can I give.

Your love was the battle,

My heart was the kill.

Our moment is gone,

Another shall go by,

Before love is let here.