Loneliness hangs like a heavy raincloud
And threatens the innocent skies
It whispers in secret and never is loud
Until out of the mouth it flies.
It chains all its victims and smothers the light
Or waits until day is done
Till the ones that are bound to the darkness of night
No longer remember the sun.
But loneliness has an Achilles heel
A weak branch on the tree
That it tries with all its might to conceal—
Gratitude and empathy.
Then truth and love will ring on through
With wings as pure as light
And clear the skies of gray to blue
And pierce the reckless night.