There was a time when being by myself
Was something that I feared the most in life
I'd surround myself with throngs of people
For protection from loneliness and strife
But that time's past and known for what it was-
A pretense at being loved and wanted
But deep inside the loneliness still grew
Leaving my soul desperate. And taunted
By the thought that ther must be something more
To life, than empty talk and silly games
With emphasis on how we look and dress
And who is who, remembering all those names.
But now I find the treasure of my day
Is when I sliip away alone; to be
Without the cares and troublles of the fray
I find that all the answers are in me.