Alone
I stand here chilled
By a cold hard stare
By the midnight glare
A reflection of solitude
I am here and nobody can see
What has happened to me
The wind blows cold
Then the air begins to cease
I am growing old
Soon I will be deceased
And still I am without a doubt
Utterly and tragically Alone
All by myself
Without a soul
With every last breath
My soul is growing old and dying
Dying from all the pain
From all the sadness
From all the fear
The fear of solitude
A reflection of solitude
By the midnight glare
Of the cold hard stare
I stand her completely and utterly Alone!
