The lonely can suffer with us

There were the whispers through the leaves
And sounds of footsteps on empty streets
Shadows that sing and weep
That end right before our bare feet

The dark clouds that occupied the sky
Sorrows played out right to our bare eyes
Trees that weep for a scenic lie
No beauty to show just truth to hide

Now we sit and watch the world unfold
We think about the times grown old
We laugh at past and future stories told
But nothing seems to fill our souls

Nothing seems to fill this soul...