it"s too late

~It’s too late for you to come back
In mournful numbers I never heard your
Voice, life is an empty dream
From the hills of love to the valleys
Of sorrow , I waited for you to come back,
You left me in pain,
On my knees and left nothing but your footsteps,
On the sand, footsteps sailing a life’s  solemn main,
Expected you until another man came and held my hand
From the deep savauges of my boat
Trying to sank ,
For starvation
With no inspiration,
Now when I see you I see
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother
You tried to put in a grave
But didn’t realise that I was brave.
Used me like a dirt,
Because you didn’t know that I could bite
Now I fear to look a another in his and pretend
Like a normal person,
Don’t you wonder what I’m gonna tell my  child
That I lost a battle,
In the bivouac of life,
And became dump like a driven cattle.