Sometimes it's good to be alone
View life all on your own
Ponder where the future lies
And wonder how yet times flies
How different this is from lonely
Losing a seemingly one and only
How so clear the future ahead
Black and blank- and dead
Wipe the smile and put a grin
Fright at the sound of the dropp of a pin
Try and laugh at someone's talk
And end up a laughing-stock
You feel you are to blame
'Right the wrong if I could time tame'
You are now enveloped in guilt
Shut in a prison you built
Let out your grief
But make it brief
Let out your feelings in a cry
Spill the tears till the ducts are dry
Row your boat in the wilderness of sorrow
Take solace in resurrection and Tomorrow
For a Friend you had from birth
Before the one you lost to death
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