• Every step I take weighs me down pound for pound,

    Each with an echo that stabs at my ears,

    The rest is absent, no other sound,

    This loneliness brings me to tears


    It is not the cold, or the cuts and bruises that shall bring me down,

    Nor every drop that leaves my body,

    But instead the emptiness, and loneliness with no one to be found,

    I wish I could find somebody


    My heart is torn, almost broken into half,

    Nothing can bring it together,

    Not even the remembrance of your laugh,

    But perhaps I can heal my heart using the physical hand of another