This Broken Road

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The tears fall down my face

dripping on my leather and lace

Why do I do this, why can’t I control

these urges that come and take my soul

My desire is strong and my will is weak

It is true love that I ultimately seek

I will never find it with a faceless stranger

in the dark of night or heat of danger

Shame and guilt consume me

this wasn’t who I was meant to be

Yet I continue down this broken road

becoming weak from this heavy load

Maybe one day I’ll break free

then I can finally love me.



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