Alone

Loneliness is just an echo

That can pierce the purest soul

There's no one for you to talk to

And no one to console

You're always filled with sorrow

'Cause no one seems to care

No one wants to listen 

To the things you have to share

Like the man alone out on the street

With no place to lay his head

Newspapers for his pillow

And a park bench for his bed

Or the woman in that cardboard box

That she calls her humble home

She's lost without redemption

With no family of her own

So just take a minute to listen

And show them that you care

'Cause almost anything could happen

And it could be you out there

Reviews

[victoria]

a beautifully crafted message...

[Michael G.]

Well put, Whisk. Well put.

[Frieda P]

Wow, what a excellent wake up call and so brilliantly penned. Bravo! Good time of year to bring this to everyone's attention too. I loved it. *favs*