The Lonely Things

The silent rain that falls, the meadowlark

The Winter wind that calls the lovers from the park

The sad and bitter song December sings

These are the lonely things.

 

The sun behind the clouds, the starless night

When you’re alone in crowds

The need for sudden flight

The empty loneliness that parting brings

These are the lonely things.

 

A taste of love too soon gone wrong

The sad mistaken heart that heard the sirens song

and sang along.

 

The waves that drum the shore at morning light

The friends that came no more to try and make things

Right

The hopes that fly too soon as though on wings

These are the lonely things.

 

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