In a world that’s full of people,
how can anyone feel alone?
Why you’d have to be a recluse,
locked up tight inside your home.
This thing we’re calling loneliness,
that we feel inside our heart,
is the emptiness, we’re trying to fill,
when those we love depart.
Yet this feeling of deep inner longing,
that won’t be filled by material gain,
will linger on, from dusk till dawn,
until familiar faces, show their smiles again.