Losing love is hard on the heart.
Sometimes we feel we’re coming apart.
Feelings of pain
Battle this stain
Its so hard to love and lose
Robert Johnson come sing the blues
Its not to separate heart from brain
As we battle scorned disdain.
Yet recovery stands and stairs in vain
We carry marks as left by Cain.
Loneliness is a dreadful spot
Seems to be a dread filled plot.
How we recover is a strange domain
Wheels turning filled with pain
Yet somehow we battle through
Like seasons turn and begin anew