The wind is howling in the storm
as I sit by the fire all alone.
My chair is creaking as it rocks
on this cold dark winter night.
“Nobody cares if your alone,”
the owl screeched in to the night.
“No one cares about your fear,
about your lack of life”.
“For cold as stone your heart has grown.”
whispers the little mouse.
“From years of love that went wrong,
it could happen to any of us.”
The old lady rocks in her chair
and contemplates their thoughts.
No one is there when she bows her head,
and whispers her last words.
“Good bye cruel world,
My times up here and I am glad to go.
All the lessons I've learned while here,
I have no one else to show”.