Something Different

In endless rows of lonely souls,

Painted blue, painted red, but inside dead,

Futile it had seemed, so I have deemed

To leave this place forever.

But a lonely soul has only one goal

And cannot leave before he believes

He has found and turned around

His wretched luck and fortune.

And there she stood and all I could

Was to mutter a song, boring and long,

But still she was there, able to bear

My nonsense and noise.

But came a night, Moon shining bright

Morning followed, Sun lazily wallowed

After a dream, it would have seemed

That she left this lonely hole.

So I yelled your name, but it was all in vain

I looked around, but there was no sound;

Misery took over, I finally got sober

And found myself alone once more.

In endless rows of lonely souls

I stood and pondered, stood and wondered

words I plucked and cursed my luck

That I can’t quite seem to find you.

@chainedinshadow