All Alone
I speak but nobody listens
and I feel as if I am all alone
I sit and stare
and wonder if this place is really my home
I feel as if I am encased in a ball of loneliness
and my heart is ready to give out
I am trapped in this small world
and all I want to do is get out
The wind whistles and the trees dance
as I sit alone on the big rock
And I guess I will just sit here
until the day my heart will stop.
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