In the park there he sat.
Waiting for that someone to walk with him.
Taking chances was all he did.
Things aren't what we always see.
He was alone again on the Christmas Eve.
In the park there he sat.
Thought about everything from the beginning till the very end.
He felt so lonely like he never felt before.
It seems that he was on the edge of breaking down.
But what I saw was the raging fire in his eyes.
The rage that wants to start things over and making it right.
Being alone doesn't mean you're lonely
People assumes that being alone is lonely.
From deep down, it's always deeper than what we see.
Who said lonesome was about the lack of something in our life?
Sometimes, we just need the empty space to let things burn up again.
'NFTB'
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