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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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