A Place Called Loneliness
A Place Called Loneliness 1/22/13
The colored leaves have left the trees
The nights they have grown cold.
Just count my blessings and know how good
It is having you to hold.
I’ve been to the place called loneliness
didn’t like the way it felt
Would much rather be in this place called love
where daily my heart does melt.
For loneliness will slowly
Make your heart turn cold
Not having someone special
To talk with and to hold.
Every day that passes by
Your heart will remain so alone
You’ll live a life of emptiness
And your heart will turn to stone.
Copyright © Shelly Hurst | Year Posted 2015
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