Alone, on the run;
If only it weren't so cold.
If only it weren't so dark.
You're frightened, in need of kind words -
A tender touch.
These things were yours once, but no more.
Gone, like the wind.
Now there's only you.
One against the world.
Alone.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
Alone, on the run;
If only it weren't so cold.
If only it weren't so dark.
You're frightened, in need of kind words -
A tender touch.
These things were yours once, but no more.
Gone, like the wind.
Now there's only you.
One against the world.
Alone.
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