The Lonely One

There is a very quiet boy

They call the lonely one

There is sorrow in his face

And sadness in his eyes

And if you look into the heart

Within the lonely one

You'll find it's been deceived

That broken was in lies.

Is it good to have cried?

With the longing to hide

All your heartaches and fears.

Is it wise to be cold, and to

Struggle, to hold back with tears.

If you could only see the boy

They call the lonely one,

You'd know that since you're gone

The lonely one is me.