There are many things I would rather do
Than yearning here all alone
Like waking up beside you
I have lost the place I call home

Inside my ribs something is about to break
You kept my only tray
I can not count the steps I take
Because they are all headed the wrong way

Not being able to tell
Weather my heart stopped to beat
Or if I experienced my own hell
Now I watch the rain drown my feet

I pray not to experience pain today
Pain that makes me cry through emotions
I wish there was a way
For the biggest fool beyond the oceans

Cannot hear anyone talking
Pouring rain quieting my lonesome heartbeat
Now I am walking
On Lonely Street . . .

Tony E. Berndtsson

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