He walks the streets, in solitude he stands, With empty eyes that see the world so grand, His heart aches with a pain that never ends, And in his mind, his thoughts wander and bend.
He’s a lonely man, with a soul so bare, A spirit broken, a heart that doesn’t care, He tries to find comfort, in the things he shares, But every day, his pain is all he bears.
His days are long, and his nights are cold, He feels so lost, in a world so bold, And though he tries to hide, the truth he holds, His heart is heavy, with stories untold.
But still he hopes, for a love that’s true, For a hand to hold, and a heart to soothe, For someone to share, his dreams anew, And to make his world, a place of truth.
So let’s reach out, to the lonely man, And offer him a hand, to help him stand, For in a world so vast, it’s easy to be alone, But together we can, heal his heart and make it home.
