I have searched for so long, that when a little of it I have found, I have cherished every moment.. and died a little when it was gone...
Solitude finds me, my old friend always near, to talk to you is easy, to cry with you innate..
here once more, looking into the distance, feeling this emptiness, this yearning...
I have reached the golden years and I still have not found those eyes I have been seeking
and thought once I found..
Solitude, my old friend I am sure you know him, bring him to me, guide his gaze, carry him in your tender arms and let me fall into his...
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
Solitude finds me, my old friend always near, to talk to you is easy, to cry with you innate..
here once more, looking into the distance, feeling this emptiness, this yearning...
I have reached the golden years and I still have not found those eyes I have been seeking
and thought once I found..
Solitude, my old friend I am sure you know him, bring him to me, guide his gaze, carry him in your tender arms and let me fall into his...
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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