It Tears
Those
special tears of the lonely
Nothing
streams but your emotions only
Listen in
the silence to nothing
The world
is lonely and the night is of longing
When the
day is rough it’s never ending
Nobody to
call and say hey I’m struggling
No sweet heart
down the line that makes it all sublime
No street to walk down when you’re beat to
see a smile
Special
days are numbers where you’re free but imprisoned
No love
to raise your spirits, no cake in the oven
Your
cheeks are cold and lips alone
No aroma of
love or delightful laugh tone
Reality
of existence is the lack of human touch
Your soul
in torment with nobody to reach out
Can any
hell be as torturous as one where nobody cares?
Nobody
each day that wants to see or hear you – it tears
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