Broken Heart

The winds swirl, their billows sweep
Away the sorry pains of the past,
All my life I had naught to keep
But unkind words and a broken heart

I gaze through curtains of the foggy past
Life passes by, unseen, unheard,
Yet now the truth is clear at last
It was all for a purpose-me and my broken heart.

Night is falling, the winds are changing,
The ships of life are docked at the bend.
Far across the seas, white gulls are calling
Beckoning me to journey's end.

Life is fleeting, hard and cruel,
Yet love and laughter still last.
Before I lay down and sleep forever,
Will anyone mend my broken heart?