All alone in a world full of strangers
wondering if I belong in this place.
An emptiness fills me and spoils
my pretty face,
tarnishes the image I seek,
turning me from strong into meek.
Perhaps with the sunrise, new breaths
of air will prevail.
Perhaps with sunset, I’ll rest my weary soul.
Perhaps in the moonlight,
I’ll find my true guiding star.
But while I am on my own
and feeling so alone,
I’ll quietly shed a tear
for all I hold most dear.