Loneliness
Loneliness
An endless curse
When the rain comes done
It only gets worse
Broken dreams and shattered hearts
Thrown away like trash
People fill In the Misery
With material things like cash
Conniving, manipulating is what we do to alter this stage
Not knowing that it’s only throwing us harder into the cage
Trying harder and harder to escape, at the end it’s worth nothing, filling us with rage
Maybe one day we will break free from our uncommon ways
Maybe one day I will sit back and remember the good days
Sitting back in a chair with a woman I will call my wife
When my chariot to heaven comes, I will say I lived the good life
The truest cure for the curse is not what you see but feel
Every man has felt it, just got to keep it real
But others …..
Who knows what they feel in there heart
Sorrow, Agony?
I really shouldn’t start
Man and women feel this inside
Feelings of the curse, takes your insanity on a ride
Been there, done that is what they all say
Step in the shoes of the lonely, you will never have a good day
Being thrown in and out of pain, I have one thing to say only
Don’t you dare ask “How was your day” to the lonely
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