Lonely (by Jørn Allan Pedersen )
Alone can be refreshing,
A walk in the cold snow.
Lonely can be depressing,
A silence that hits you low.
Can we distinguish between the two,
As we listen to our heart’s song?
Our time alone is so rare and few,
Refreshing until it feels wrong.
At this moment I feel alive,
Alone but not lonely in my own place.
My dark spirit yearns to survive,
As I raise my happy face.
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