Lonesome Serenity
How do i feel, when I'm seldomly touched
How do I hear, when I don't talk very much
How do I taste, when life is so bland
How do I get help, when I never take their hand
How do I ask, how do I want, how do I need, how do I walk
Who can I turn to? What can be done? Where is my hope, is it all gone? When will it arrive?
How will it go.
It came for me once, and now I'm alone.
It's all gone. The cries, the laughs, the cheers, the tears
The joy, the zeal, the emotion that remains, can I say it's real?
Perhaps the pain that remains and the pang that I feel
Is a lonesome feeling that even the world itself cannot steal.
