Empty inside, unable to cry
Unloved and alone
Life was good but it seemed to have passed me by
But yearn I do for a tender hand
A tender hand to hold
A whisper that takes me from the cold
It seems so distant, so long ago
When I felt happy and whole
I feel a wrench of my heart to think I may never feel
The caress of arms that say they care
Alone alone i shall ever be
Alone alone i will be to my last breath I breathe
I feel the ache, the pain, and the longing strains
I’ll turn my heart to stone if it could ease the stabbing pain
A gentle caress, a soft touch
But to hope for that I do not dare
Empty, lost and confused
If I should try to fill my void, to ease my pain
Or should I learn to accept my loneliness
My emptiness, my pain.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Empty inside, unable to cry
Unloved and alone
Life was good but it seemed to have passed me by
But yearn I do for a tender hand
A tender hand to hold
A whisper that takes me from the cold
It seems so distant, so long ago
When I felt happy and whole
I feel a wrench of my heart to think I may never feel
The caress of arms that say they care
Alone alone i shall ever be
Alone alone i will be to my last breath I breathe
I feel the ache, the pain, and the longing strains
I’ll turn my heart to stone if it could ease the stabbing pain
A gentle caress, a soft touch
But to hope for that I do not dare
Empty, lost and confused
If I should try to fill my void, to ease my pain
Or should I learn to accept my loneliness
My emptiness, my pain.
