Comfort not taken.

I stand here watching the world go by,
Why dose it seam to make me cry
I watch as I fall to a lonely end
Comfort not taken by family or friend
I sit beneath trees on a warm summer day
Watching the wind and my hair start to play
People come and see if I'm fine
But I just wish they'd leave me time after time
I trail fingers in water from the edge of a boat
Sailing a lake in hills remote
Sometimes I'm happy, yet bitter and sad
But I'll always be alone so it isn't that bad.

©Wednesday, 23 July 2003 Alexandra Rattray