A Lonely Gaint
There once was a lonely Giant
Who hated all others, he said
He would let no one live with him
He sought no-one’s company
Who hated all others, he said
They brought only disease and left loneliness
He would let no one live with him
Yet he was fine, he thought
They brought only disease and left loneliness
But sometimes, sometimes, he missed them
Yet he was fine, he thought
When the nights got cold and he was alone
But sometimes, sometimes, he missed them
He missed them, but he could seek no one out to fill the void
When the nights got cold and he was alone
There once was a Giant, the only giant