~Bruised Petals~

I'm the man with roses in his pockets,
Bruising with every mile.
Laughing while I walk,
But I'm without a smile.
Heavy burden,
Heavy load,
Heavy times upon this road.
Waste my mind,
Use my heart.
Unstack these peices,
To take me all apart.

And I'm free,
But there's roses in my pockets.
And I'm free,
With hearts bound up like lockets.

Curse these sayings,
And forget these talks.
Although I've needed them
Upon these walks.

I'm traveling upon this road,
But this time isn't my all.
Bruising roses in my pockets,
As petals begin to fall.