I stood upon the mountain top among the many trees
Can anyone looking down notice it is me
I am lost can no one see that I am all alone
Won't someone come and rescue me and show me the way home.

Darkness comes, the last light fades and still there's no one there
I wonder if there's help to have, if someone even cares
Blackness comes, the chill of night but still I have to stay
I wonder if alone I'll be come the pending day

by Grace Burke

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A soulful poem, Grace. I often feel the same. Thanks for sharing