Broken

These broken memories,
These tears that fall,
The places to go, but only one to know.
To know that that’s the way to go, to leave to find what was lost

The tears that run down the face,
The broken child whos done everything,
The one who never gets anything done of hers but of yours all.

Whats been left for her?
whats been there all along?
Is there a such thing as happiness for her?
Is there that one thing that will always make her happy?

Broken home, broken smile, lets start the day with a quarter mile to the finish line.