words of me, myself, and i

the lonely life

the lonely life

there she goes,

all alone,

wherever the wind blows,

she'll always know.

there's a boy out there,

a boy who'll love.

but where?

will his love be enough?

"sure it will!" her mother said.

"how do you know?" she cries.

"look at the love letter i just read!"

"but sometimes love dies!"

"child, no no. Don't you dare."

"but mother who will care?"

"he shall care when you meet."

"but what if i admit defeat?"

"my child, oh dear.

you have nothing to fear.

you won't be defeated."

"but the lonely life is too much to bare!" she pleaded.

her mother hugged her and said,

"the lonely life will soon pass,

now off to bed.

no need to sass."

she obeyed and went to bed,

thinking of the words she just said.

she thought of love,

and if she'll ever become his wife.

he must be a gift from above,

for he will rid the lonely life.