A Walk Thru the Land of Broken Dreams ~ Vid of the Day

Our Vid of the Day’s featured recording artist, Jimmy Ruffin, lyrically, takes on the role of the brokenhearted man. If you’ve clicked by just to hear What Becomes of the Brokenhearted, that’s cool. However, for those who’ll indulge me, I cannot pass up this opportunity for some brief commentary…

Upon our hearing the opening lyrical couplet, “As I walk this land of broken dreams, I have visions of many things” one senses… well at least I sense… that the theme of love lost runs far deeper than that of a failed interpersonal relationship. I believe such sentiments could also speak of a citizen lamenting over his own country dumping him / dumping on him… his country having never really loved him at all.

Considering how an African American of the turbulent Sixties era had sung of such sorrow, this brings to mind Dr. Martin Luther King’s (then) three summers earlier I Have a Dream speech. Was King not speaking of the land of broken dreams, too?

President Kennedy’s policies had begun to right America’s wrongs… but… to keep it real… the elimination of grotesque racism… the final line of that final chapter… has yet to be written. And the way things are presently trending, this manuscript does not have a publisher’s go-to-print deadline anywhere in sight.

More than half a century later, we are eyewitness to a resurgence of zombies who are walking the Earth, wrongfully rallying on behalf of the racial profiling, trigger happy cops, who are wrongfully enforcing the odious, obdurate, black-lives-don’t-matter Trumpian ‘Tude.

Donald J. Trump’s own inexcusable words and deeds… e.g. his pledge of allegiance to Charlottesville, Virginia’s “Unite the Right” assholes… “the neo-Confederates, neo-fascists, white nationalists, neo-Nazis, Klansmen, Blue Lives Matter and various right-wing militias”¹ … has amply proven that…

America is still the land of broken dreams.


¹ quoted passage courtesy of Wikipedia






A Walk Through the Land of Broken Dreams…

What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted serves as both song title and question posed to us all. We are invited to traipse alongside singer Jimmy Ruffin and song composers James Anthony Dean, Paul Riser and William Henry Witherspoon as… together… we walk through the land of broken dreams.

With each subsequent, soulfully, dolefully sung lyrical couplet, memories of our own failed interpersonal relationships are inevitable. Caring souls, everywhere, can relive and relate to the universal feelings of loss… identify with those tearstained, heavyhearted moments from our past.

Several days ago, while playing back this Sixties era, Motown musical masterpiece / classic, I realized that… as is true with all superbly crafted poetry… these lyrics cast their spell on more than one level.

The addressed feelings of emotional distress are not unlike what transpires following the actual death of a loved one… even the death of one’s country… the death of Lady Liberty.

Indeed, patriotism… the love of one’s homeland… is no different.

And what description more aptly sums up the breakup of our relationships with our present-day, troubled world… indeed, the breakup of my relationship with my ideologically fractured, broken down homeland… other than “the land of broken dreams”… the end of the American Dream?

While my love of country has not wavered in the least and I’ve always sensed that my country has loved me in return (well… at least up until January 20, 2017), there IS a diabolical political force afoot and his wicked intent is to make damned sure that my love… my compatriots’ love… shall forever remain unrequited.

In a sense, America’s oppressor is not unlike a narrow-minded, stone hearted, selfish, egotistical, domineering father figure who… just to ensure relationships never blossom between suitors and his daughter, Lady Liberty… imprisons, shackles and gags her in the depths of his dingy, dank, stone walled and iron barred dungeon.

To extend this… he does so just to prevent patriotic love relationships between country and countrywomen / countrymen.

“Daddy” is flat out denying us all the opportunity to experience sweet Libby’s delightful aspect… the freedom gleaming in her eyes, the warmth of her welcoming smile… her soft whispers of unconditional patriotic love.

I can only hope that you, my international readers, are never forced to share in my anguish… in all true Americans’ anguish… experience our heavy hearts and eyes welled up with tears.

And folks… to now quote Dean, Riser and Witherspoon… “I can’t stand this pain much longer!”




Since in our online lives there can be breakups with / breakdowns to musical links, I’m also including a more enduring presentation of these compelling song lyrics which have now… at least for me… taken on a even deeper meaning. Maybe you feel the same way, too?


What Becomes of the Broken Hearted

Songwriters: James Anthony Dean / Paul Riser / William Henry Witherspoon




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 had love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind

The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come a-tumblin’ down
Every day 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 who’ll care
Always moving and goin’ nowhere

What becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Help me please

I’m searching, though I don’t succeed
For someone’s love there’s a growing need
All is lost, there’s no place for beginning
All that’s left is an unhappy 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 looking everyday, I know I’m gonna find a way
Nothing’s gonna stop me now
I’ll find a way somehow
And I’ll be searching everywhere
I know I gotta find a way
I’ll be looking