The Lonely Tide

Like all flowers Time devours, Are our lives. We are here For such short times, Those that love And are loved back Are the lucky ones! Those alone Just feel Time's fog go by, Each day as hazy As any other, For they have no home No gradian angel, To share with The important moments That of life they Gather, All alone, Silently suffer Wishing they Were made of stone. And each day, The Sea of loneliness They're in, Keeps extending Its bitter tide Slowly killing From within, No place to go No place to hide The tears that Slowly flow.