MY LONELY SOUL

My lonely soul, so dark and deep,

With nothing left, but a faint, weak peep,

It wanders on, without a trace,

Lost in a world, without a place.

My lonely soul, without a guide,

It seeks a path, with nowhere to hide,

It finds no solace, no respite,

But only silence, so quiet.

A soul that yearns and cries,

For a connection, to realize,

A longing deep, with no reply,

A hollow voice, without a sigh.

It is so full of pain,

With nothing left, but endless rain,

A river of tears, flows through the night,

But no one hears, no one takes flight.

A soul that solemnly and silently cry.