There Is No One To Be Lonely With . . .


There's no one to be lonely with,
No one who can barely smile.
Only chattering conversations,
When will tears be back in style?

I am weary of all the gladness,
The grinning voices of the land.
Tonight I'll wallow in sadness
And the tragic mystery of man.

How can I speak of yesterday?
When I don't know what to say.
How can I talk of tomorrow?
When words get in my way.

There's a language I never learned,
A sadness I cannot reveal.
There's a courage that has deserted me,
I cannot tell what I feel.

A tree is easy to chat with,
The sky will say what it can,
Even the moon is responsive,
The silence is only in man.

Find a tree that you love,
Tell your dreams to the sky,
Give up your tears to the moon,
And please be as lonely as I . . .