Alone. I am so alone.
The lilies of the field are less lonesome than I...
they chatter amongst themselves.
I have no love to call my own.
Will none wrap their arms around me?
None call me their love?
Will no one keen my death when I am gone?
Am I to be lonely forever?
All I want
Is someone to love?
I am so alone.
I know the true meaning of heartache.