Walking Alone No Path Chosen Poem by mike hill

along a road walks a woman in black+
her dress torn her gloves stained
from the tears of her broken heart
her ring is bloody her eyes wet as a waterfall
her love one is gone and with it her soul
her feet are blistered from the road she's walked so long
it been 3 long years since the last time she been home
there is nothing there but memories she wants no more
her life is taken form her forever she's no more
with every step her foot prints stay
leaving sadness for people who pass this way
this broken woman who has no soul
what would you do if you had nothing at all
to this day she is seen walking alone
wearing her torn black dress leaving sadness where ever she goes