Need

Lonely do many paths be,
None more than the broken path.
Where the feet be naked,
The stones underneath jagged.
Easier paths be on sides,
But only one of the heart.
Times may be harder yet,
No love for the daily tasks.

To be needed by those we love,
Is the greatest need of a man.
When in paths none be,
Still will a purpose drive.
For in bits a life may be led,
In pieces happiness bribe.
For them that we walk the path,
A smile will a million say,
In their need there be purpose,
And the greatest need of man.