Alone
Alone in a world
Where forever there's love...
Alone: by myself
Far away from the dove.

Through pain and suffering,
Through grief and loss,
Life is simply handled
If trouble to a friend you can toss...

I smile the smiles and feel the joys
When friends eachother find...
Yet feel the pain of Romeo,
For my loss it does remind.

So laugh, dear theives, and know you've won,
For of me you all own part;
But though I'll always feel it,
I can never regain my heart.

The question is, 'Does one exist
Who for me does much care nurse?'
Well yes, my friends, they do exist...
But to none of them I'm first.