That Lonely-Lost Feeling

All the riches in the world Cannot buy a soft caress They, who are mostly alone And unloved, from all the rest It is Winter, never Spring Solitude, is quite, a thing. Open flowers never come, An embrace, the wind that flows Unaccomplished state of grace For a life that never grows Never happens, never glows Without love, all stagnates, Closed. Without love, With whom to share Life is barren Full of care, Tears become, shadowy mist Covered eyes, images blurred Oh the soul, no place to go Misery's song, a mere Stone's through. Worthless are the many words Consolations, have been heard When alone, life is absurd Even birds, fly as a couple All we know is lifeless statues, Those are really made of stone. And don't care if they're alone.