Walking Alone

Walking on the empty streets Walking down the town, Voice of loneliness fills her head. Listening to the wind blows through trees, Feeling the summer breeze. Looking up in the sky, makes her believe It’s a beautiful day to die. Her eyes meets theirs, They smile, she smiles. An innocent question they ask her “How was the day, young lady?” “Oh! It was fine.” A lie she tells. The humble heart cries, Still she smiles, Covers it with a mask. It’s been this way for years Things aren’t as they seem.