One Alone He Is
Where once stood four, now stands just one.
All alone in this lonely world.
He lives each day in his solitary life.
In that quiet place of his.
Wakes each day from his sleep, only to find
Nothing has changed. Blames himself, although nothing he
Could have done. This truth he knows, still he ignores.
Yet his head is held high with pride deep inside, he does not see.
Even he is unaware of the truth in his heart of the man he is.
So he trudges through the motions of every day.
Not truly aware of all around him.
Sounds of a bird's song he does not hear.
In the prison he lives each day.
Not free to be whom he is, or to have what he wants.
Love he believes denied to him, because of who he is.
Loose all those that he loves, loved, all that he needs.
Three friends lost to him. Not there anymore.
Two are in the arms of death, one in the grip of the enemy.
Invisible tears fall from his eyes, to the parched earth.
The screams of those he loved haunt his dreams,
Waking him with his scream, echoing in the night.
Always does he curse the fates.
Because where once stood four, now stands only one.
One alone he is now. One alone in his dreams, his nightmares.
One alone he is.