Thoughts of a Lonely Girl, Crying Alone

Pondering when I would meet
my demise of many dreams
Crying for each one lost
Among many nights and days

What does it mean when I say
Alone each night no hand
to hold mine, cold and chilling
My body stops...and falls

Dark days are more now then
ever before in 15 years, dying
Slowly each minute beneath
stary night many ago

Along, my body is over come
with warmth of love from
my only one who I love
so much, my only you.