Just another broken man,
His world as cold as snow,
Staring, dazed at the sunset,
The only color in the black and white world,
Thinking of the woman,
The one to break his low,
Carry his heart again,
Looking for a hand to hold,
Someone strong and kind,
Someone with a heart of gold,
Somewhere to rest his troubled mind,
His blizzard of mental adversity,
Grasping his sanity,
Tip-toeing the brink of insanity,
Not wanting to see the crimson come again,
Lost in thought wishing away the blood,
Thinking about his one and only,
Hoping to meet the one to lift his low,
To restore his high,
Staring, dazed at the sunset,
Smiling deep in thought.
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