Do you break the silence with a cry?
Well, my friend, I’m lonely too
I answer your cry with my own; unheard, alone
Do you break the silence with a cry?
Hoping, praying someone hears your muffled plea
I answer your cry with my own; unheard, alone
Searching for some semblance of light, all I see is night
Hoping, praying someone hears your muffled plea
There’s a knock at the door, beckoning to be answered
Searching for some semblance of light, all you see is night
The cool handle turns, unused and squeaking, curiosity peaking
There’s a knock at the door, beckoning to be answered
So you think you’re lonely?
The cool handle turns, unused and squeaking; a soft voice speaking
Well, my friend, I’m lonely too
--Makenna J., Adult