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Lonely
He sits there alone In a dark and empty room. The silent walls closing; To seal him in his tomb.
The only true love he's known, Has moved and gone. He's left with a broken heart To pick up the pieces and move on.
He finds himself to face again The dark and lonely prison. Where all he sees now Are shattered dreams and clouded visions.
The visions of sacred truths. Many yet to know, and those already clear. He sees what he already knew, Life has revealed much to fear.
Alone he stands, Just an empty shell. His soul haunted by ghosts That make his life a living hell.
Ghosts of days gone by, Hidden in the shadows, they are Permanent reminders for him, That his heart bears an ugly scar.
In a world where time moves on, Time in his stands still. A pain that few have known, He's more than had his fill.
Life, like time, will continue, This, he already knows. But still, he carries his burden, Where ever he goes.
Allan Purl © 3-17-2000 |