I sit here of the night,
the sky’s are gray.
Sometime before I turn in for
The night.

We feel the youth, but we know
the youth is much too far.
We ponder alone and wonder why
it is only us.

Kindle by a fire when it seems
so cold, and when you are feeling
warm it is because of us.

My dear friend when you feel alone,
open your eyes and you will see
you are just like me not alone.

Fondest memories are when we spend
them with a dearest friend.
Lonely roads are never welcome,
they just seem to find their way back.

Sleepless nights with dreary eyes,
clinging on as the night seems so long.
Waiting for morning that never comes
and being alone sets for a lonely night.
©breathless22