Lonely Souls
When I walk through the darkness
Of the night,
I can see the lonely souls
That died before the light.
They moan and groan
As they walk through the city;
They moan for our brothers,
And all their pity.
They cry and wail
As they're tortured by loneliness;
While our sisters live
In endless bliss.
04/03/1999
Copyright © Jonathan Thornton | Year Posted 2011
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