Alone again in my own space
Trying to catch my solitary face
Here I a still waiting for you
Still I'm alone and all I see is blue.

Sadness can, in times,  **** someone
Despite that, sadness is my way of fun.
It is sadness that make time fly by
But never in my sadness did I cry.

Soft gentle words I speak here,
As soft as the sound of a dropping tear.
Indeed solitude has its own way,
Yet this way is blue even till day.

I wait alone dried up of hope,
Hope that keeps rolling down on a *****.
A hope filled with spikes and rocks.
Still I'm alone in solitude caged up with locks.