You hit me like a rock to a windshield "
Shattered and scattered to never be seen through...
I'm one with the wind, so I'll remain as a traveling man 'till the day we meet again.
It kills to never be loved in the same way, so I place my sorrows within.
Is this part of God's plan?
I have shaky hands because I don't have an others to grasp.
Once again I'm left alone with the friend inside of my head.
I'm beyond going in ~~~~>
Open ends; rather that, a broken lens.
My hope is far from a belief.
And my heart is past half dead.
Leaning on a broken ledge to be place on the other side of the edge.
Your soul was mine to pledge, but it was also lost with the wind.
The end never met the beginning while in the blend.