Lonesome Solitude

I don't know where I'm going right now in life and I seek direction.

Destiny grasps my soul. I don't know where I am going,
it is dark and I am cold.
The depth of my heart has spoken but I always end up
broken.
Dawn awaits while I am bleeding but there is no scab
to stop the greeving.
Love sees everything and everyone in its path,
but it is not blind and it is not in everyones grasp.
If I were a tree, then I would be cut down
and death would set me free.