Crowded city streets, Feeling alone,
I thought I had a hundred friends, But now I stand on my own,
It wasn’t like this before, But now life is just a chore,
Bridges I’ve crossed, That got burned, Walking through the alley, Taking the wrong the turn, Surrounded by thousands, But not a single soul known,
It’s not even better, Back sitting at home,
The heating is on, The world grows colder, The mirror reminds me I’m getting older,
I feel no longer suitable for the ride, It’s time to end, I’m talking about suicide,
I can no longer cling on,I’m weak and lost all my might, I open the back door, Alone, and drop to the floor,
I don’t want to feel like this anymore, It’s been too wrong for far too long, Nothing like the sun I can now see, And that bird singing her song,
Such beauty had escaped me and I felt was long gone, But today I decide to carry on,
You never know what else tomorrow may bring along
©Rob Spencer 24/11/21