Sing yet another mournful song for
The
lonesome souls in search of love.
Lift
up your voices to make them feel
A
little less naked and alone.
Be
their redemption, a warm consolation,
Although
a poor substitute for the real thing.
Moments
of respite from cold desolation
Whispering
softly a warm breath of spring.
Pity
the plight of the lonesome souls,
Roaming
this world never knowing the joy
Of
sharing a heart, of building a dream,
Of
being the light of the one you adore.
They
never know the exhilaration
The
sheer ecstasy of a love that is new.
High
as a kite flying over the rainbow,
Reaching
with gusto to open the door.
Sing
them your song to make them feel better,
Although
reality taunts and cajoles.
All
of us dwell just a heartbeat away
From
living the lives of the lonesome souls.
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