Treasure Island

Néha Who Else


All Alone..


Alone with my prayers
Alone with my thoughts
Alone with my screams
Alone in my dreams

Alone in my bed
Alone in my head
Alone listening to nightly whispers
Alone watching the shining stars

Alone in the first sunlight
Alone to celebrate my joys
Alone to cry out my sadness
Alone to hope for rainbow lights

Alone to voice out my fears
Alone in my strength
Alone in my relief
Alone with my smile

Alone in wealth
Alone in bad health
Alone I try to find the answer
Alone I seek knowledge

Alone, yet surrounded by too many loved ones
Alone, I try not to be alone
Alone when my time has come, I pass away
Alone was best for me.

Submitted: Saturday, May 15, 2010

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