nathan lyle


I'm sitting here, alone again,
with nothing to ease my pain.
Lies and hate, are all I see,
why is it always the same?
There's no one to listen, or give me a hug,
like right now, when I need someone there.
There's no one to wipe away all my tears,
no one, to show that they care.
All I need to put my mind at rest,
would be a friend to hold out their hand,
and help bring my mind, down from the dark clouds,
then catch me, when I land.
Maybe some day, people will see,
just what they've been doing all of these years,
and then, only then, will they understand,
why I've cried so many tears.