Loneliness walks hand in hand With he who strides the long way forth, With he who walks the path alone Through solitary’s East and North. Firm his sinewed hand so strong That steers the compassed vessel back Bridging pitfall’s chasm wrong Through deft manipulation’s track. Guiding they who pledge good faith To fall then, by the wayside, weak, Then in bridging disappointment’s song Instead, he helps them to their feet. So long that night of solitude With stark decision’s crucial stack When none would share that brutal loading Weighing solely on his back. Lonely is my leader’s song Lonely as his dying day, Would that he could share a word Who would understand his way?