This is where the lonely people go
Into the woods
Where the bare branches
stand stark against the bleak sky
Where the tumbling of the river
The chattering of birds
The crackling of leaves
Make them feel they are a part of something
Where the only person they meet
Is an old man and his dog
Each of them limping along in their heartache
This is where the lonely people go
Into the world of words
Where isolated souls
become heroes in distant lands
Where they can share the horror
The joy
The sorrow
Without hurting their already hollow hearts
This is where the lonely people go
Where making people laugh
And knowing what they are talking about
Are their only noticeable features
With no particular beauty
And no extraordinary talent
They cannot be picked out from a crowd
So they slip into their sheets
Where their dreams are their only solace
And no one can hear them crying
