A
Lonely Soul
by Bud Lemire on Feb 20,
2006
Behind the door, there lives a lonely soul
Maybe it's
someone that you might know
Hardly anyone
stops to visit her there
It makes you
wonder if anyone cares
Maybe in the
lobby is where she'll find a friend
She puts on a
smile, but it's too hard to pretend
Where are her
friends, where is her family?
"Why
don't my children come to visit me?"
Pushed aside
like an old pair of shoes
Out of touch
with her family's news
She never
asked for this, to grow so old
Solitaire,
life's unfair, her heart is growing cold
Watching out
her window, as each car passes by
"Why
doesn't someone stop in, even to say hi?"
"It
would take a minute, and I'm sure that they would see"
"That it
would be rewarding, to make me so happy"
"I guess
they're caught up in their own lives, and don't think of me here"
"I
remember when they were children, I always calmed them of their fear"
"Their
lives are so full, in their spare time...they relax"
"Soon I
shall be gone, and those are the facts"
"I
wonder how they'll feel when I'm no longer here"
"I
wonder if upon their faces, there will be a falling tear"
"Maybe
they won't miss me, and then they will know"
"Is it
possible...in your life, you know A Lonely Soul?"
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