It can be in the teardrops on a bereaved personÂ’s cheek,
It can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak...
It can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud,
It surrounds you when youÂ’re alone or finds you in a crowd...
It is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend,
It penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end...
It will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart,
It stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart...
Lonely is just a word chosen to represent so much,
To tell the feelings inside that the senses cannot touch...