• lonely and lonesome,
    through the darkness I walk,
    head held high,
    dragging my feet into the ground,
    I have walked this path before
    and know the path has to side ,
    beaten and hurting,
    with no shoulder to cry on,
    no it was taken away
    along with every thing else
    all I can do now
    is try and get back
    I know it will be hard
    and I know I have a along way to go
    but if death shall spare me
    then in to the night
    I will glide making my way
    for all to see
    I was hurt yes
    but like a wound
    easily covered
    but I still feel the pain