His Heart To No One

The vagabond is tapping his drink
Slowly removing himself
From place
The edges of his eye are dark and sunken in
He has seen his way through
But his heart is empty
And his glass is half full
What he looks for can't be found
He leaves what he holds dear
To a game of chance
As he gets older 
His traveling days will end 
The map of his destiny
Unfolds
Of What lays ahead
And the labyrinth 
Is seen
His weakened heart 
For the love he knows is there
Only for someone
And his game of chance
Throws to the unpredictability
Of his destination
For her 
He travels
For her, he waits
In the place 
Of his heart