Direction Of Solitude
The people you see, are they the same as I have seen?
crying, voices of the nights air, Pleading...help me?
doesn't anyone care?
The so very lonely!
My eyes have seen the sorrows
of those who are quarantined.
the only disease that they carry
is not what you may think
But of needing;
wanting something more then pain, emptiness, survival,
The rejection blows that are so often given,
are the slaps that builds the walls of bricks,
to withdrawal a chances to outride
The only support is a steer,
in the direction of solitude
and so it goes on...
They are to emotional, not at all very strong
they are just lazy.
All they want is sympathy,
to console, has turned into a way of saying,
help yourself I have my own problems to tend,
we all live in a day
when there's no work for pay its too bad its that way
I see plenty of work with so very much to do,
the poorer are with always,
the lonely and fatherless too.
There are the sick,