THE SOUND OF OUR HEARTS BREAKING

by Kenneth W. Lock copyright 2006

The years we've spent toiling on our farm,

Have been proved fruitless and for naught.

Not the drought nor flood or pestilence

But with the Landlord-we've been outfought.

Built with our hearts, our home has a soul,

Inviting, a reflection of her and me.

Where we stood on our own two feet,

Contented and raised our family.

But sometimes fate locks your future's door,

And it's a rocky road you're taking.

It isn't glass cracking 'neath our feet,

But the sound of our hearts breaking.

Our lives were not supposed to turn out like this;

What has happened to the world we were making?

We were to be successful, in wedded bliss,

Instead, we hear the sound of our hearts breaking.

We shed a tear for the times gone by,

Then shut the gate and shoulder our load.

Heads bent low, done in by fate's reverse,

We trudge in fear down life's heartless road.