Alone Once Again


Detached from the flow,
With no place to go,
He wanders his mind alone.
What he sees are the birds,
The flowers and bees,
He has not a place to calls home.

A home, to him,
Is a magnificent thing,
He needs a special place to stay.
How he longs for the peace
The special room will bring
And he dreams of it night and day.

There is a man,
Who, like this,
Can not hear our words of despise.
He wanders apart,
Alone once again,
So no-one can hear his lone cries.