I was Walking Alone In The Rain
Where I go, It's A Lonely Path
I walk Solo, No-one with Me
I cry Alone, With the Wind
With my Tears, As it goes
I feel Like A Stranger
Lonely And Forgotten
As I walked along
The Forgotten Park
Along the Lonely Boulevard
I walked Along the Park
As People threw water Balloons
At Me, And Laughed
I felt so ridiculed
and so isolated
I feel so alone, And Sad
So Isolated from the world around me
I feel Like a Stranger In Armadale
It's hard to make friends,
Because I'm Different
I feel the same too. So desolate and have no shoulder to lean on. It is quite a beautiful piece of art. So amazing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
being lonely and forgotten is hard feeling then we miss to make a friends but because we are different not anyone can be friend..but we can select friends from millions who live around us because there are few people are also different as us..and when we meet them we will keep each other in hearts..good poem expressive and tender