As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
But happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who have love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Baby
The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumbling down
Everday heartaches grow a little stronger
I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows searching for light
Cold and alone, no comfort in sight
Hoping and praying for someone to care
Always moving and going nowhere
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who have love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Help me
I'm searching though I don't suceed
For someones love there's a growing need
Always lost there's no place for beginning
All that's left is an uhappy ending
Now what becomes of the broken hearted
Who have love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
I'll be searching everyday
I know I'm going to find a way
Nothing's going to stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
"It's funny how songs can say exactly how you're feeling," Susan Ivanova told herself. She was on her ship listening to a collection of music two hundred years old. She had picked the songs because singing along in private seemed to help ease the heartache, even a year after Marcus' death she still felt it.
...I am a rock
I am an island
I build walls
A fortess deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving
I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Don't talk of love
For I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved
I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to content me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one
And no one touches me
I am a rock
I am island
And the rock feels no pain
And an island never cries
"Do you really believe that?"
Susan spun around to face the intruder. "Jeff, but how?"
"You needed help. What are friends for?"
"But..."
"Don't worry about that."
"Oh, Jeff. I don't think I can go on. Everyone I've truly loved is dead."
"I don't think that's true. John, Michael, and Stephen are still here."
Susan looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that you were almost like a family, and that you still have each other. They are always going to be there when you need them. You need them now so why don't you give one of them a call. You know you don't have to be a loner all the time," said Jeff and then he faded away into the darkness.
Susan thought for a moment about calling Stephen. He knew what had happened and had been with Marcus quite a bit right before that. She started to call him, but stopped when she realized that she wasn't even sure that Jeff had really been there. The more she thought about it, she decided just to go back to her music.
Suddenly she heard a voice, faint and sad, "Please do it."
Ivanova could never make up her mind afterwards if it had been her father's voice, Jeff's voice, or Marcus' voice. She hastily placed the call to Stephen.
"Hey, Susan. How are you?"
She took a deep breathe. "Stephen, I need to talk about Marcus..."
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Another little quickie. R & R please.