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As I meditated on some things
I thought of what the word
loneliness seems to bring
I wondered why I can’t find
my heart a home from
pillar to post it still roams
Thirsty from a well of water
ran dry in the silence of the
night I still cry everybody
needs somebody and nobody
can make it alone just don’t
know why I can’t find my
heart a home
Alone so alone the sorrow
of aching bones still
traveling to the ends of time
trying to remember those
carefree and fun filled times
Age is creeping and life’s bell
has been wrung everybody
needs somebody and nobody
can make it alone can’t seem
to figure out why I can’t find
my heart a home
by Yvonne Coleman-Burney / AqueenPassing
