Alone is not lonely
Alone is not sad
What once made me happy
Still makes me glad
We're tethered by memory
We're grounded by heart
As the moon surely rises
The sea will then part
Alone's not a mystery
Alone's not a dream
A wonder of wonders
It remains to be seen
We're here for an instant
We're gone in a flash
What once seemed the future's
Already the past
Alone is not painful
Alone is not fear
It lives in the answers
We're waiting to hear
We search for a savior
We walk with a saint
We'll find the gold nugget
Hidden under the paint
Alone is my top hat
The suit that I wear
I wander the highlands
I walk through the fair
Yes,
Sometimes past midnight
In winters deep freeze
Alone's with redemption
In prayer on it's knees
And,
In mornings soft sunrise
By dawns early light
Alone's warming fire
Is where I abide
Alone is my angel
My guardian guide
Was there for my birth
Will be there when I die
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