The Empty Path

She’s broken

She’s wounded 

She’s trapped and can’t break free 

He’s broken

He’s wounded

He’s drowning in an endless sea

She’s lonely 

But she’s strong

He’s lonely 

But he’s weak

What are the chances these broken souls meet?

He walked down that empty path

The same empty path she had been running down for so long

She ran past, he looked back

Struck not by her beauty

But struck by her grace

His heart was now a prisoner

Not a prisoner of war

Not in shackles for love

He was imprisoned by the what-ifs 

That his wandering mind wouldn’t let him forget

What if he had stopped her?

Grabbed her hand and said hello?

Would she have responded? 

Could she be the one?

But what if she wasn’t?

Oh, but what if she was?

Too late he’ll never know now

But he goes on, keeps on walking

Down that lonely path of mysterious hope