What becomes of the broken hearted?

As I walk this land of broken dream, I have visions of many things. But happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion.

What becomes of the broken-hearted? Who had love that's now departed? I know I've got to find some kind of a peace of mind.

Maybe the fruit of love are grow all around but for me they come a tumbling down. Everyday heartache grow a little stronger, I can't stand this pain much longer.

I walk in shadow, searching for the lights. Cold and alone, no comfort in sight. Hoping and praying for someone to care, always moving and going nowhere.

Help me please....
I am searching though I don't succeed for someones love. There's growing need all is lost, there's no place for beginning.
All that left is an unhappy ending.