Lonely

by Stacey Martin   Jan 16, 2005




At home without a place to go,
a place never to call your own.
A place in a dream thats all you can see,
nothing to say good bye or missing.
Missing a place,
Missing nothing but the darkness of the cold world.
A place full of pain and darkness,
as everyone starts missing the one they want to love and
everything is gone.

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