Loneliness is an empty home that was once full
A holiday that's just a day when no one calls your name
A soul cut adrift at sea, when you're left with memories
Of all that once was and what could have been
The things never had, but always wished for
Time marches on driving all into desolation
To our solitary grave
Buried with hopes and dreams that never came to be
Loneliness is an old blind women in a wheel chair
Waiting her life away
Completely forgotten, nobody comes
Softly she sings her mother's lullaby
She cries an endless river of tears
Landing into the empty vacuum of space
Slowly dissolving into oblivion
Even God is lonely