Alone
I was walking down the street,
Looking at the sky,
Slowly dragging along,
Watching all the clouds drift by.
I couldn't even understand,
Many of the things I know.
This is why I sometimes feel,
That I am all alone.
Looking back over the years,
Remembering all that I have seen,
I don't get why everyone says,
That my life is their final dream.
They look directly in my eyes,
And I fear that it has shown,
That this is why I sometimes feel,
That I am all alone.
I keep walking,
And look back once more,
But this time I see him,
Where no one was before.
I don't quite understand it,
But all I really know,
Is that now I finally feel,
That I was never alone.
~Emily Love
