Lonely Man

There is something in his eyes
Its an empty space
Its all out of sight
Its a bottomless hole where solitude lies

There is something in his heart
Its like a woeful phrase
Its like a postponed start
Its like a cage in hell where his future awaits

What about his pride
What about his curse
What about his “friends”
What about the sound of silence when he falls

There is something on his hands
It’s quilt dripping down
It’s blood where he stands
It’s a pond filled for years where forgiveness drowned

There is laughter in his mind
As he sees love as something he will never find
From this glory hole,
just another emptied soul

What about his pride
What about his curse
What about his “friends”
What about the sound of silence when he falls

What about his eyes
What about his heart
What about his hands
What about his mind

That makes the lonely man

Nothing to see here
It's just another lonely man
Nothing to see here
It's just another lonely man