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| "I Care" 11/8/98 All are leaving, now all are gone. All those important, of whom I'm fond. A time of change, a time to accept They've moved on, while I've slept. They are still here, and yet far away; I've slept too long, and now I will pay. Now I am lonely, as ever shall be; Is there more, to being me? I've slept too long, and now they've all left, Leaving me not much more than a cleft. There's so much to do, so much to say, So much to share, so much to play. And yet I'm alone, there's no one to tell, No one to speak to of things that befell. No one to love, not even to hate; To always be lonely it seems is my fate. I know many people, and call many �friend,� But they're not there, not there in the end. True friends are rare, and far in between; When at last it comes, a loving keen. For Love I have, and Love I can spare; What I lack is with whom to share. It doesn't take much: the will to grow. After the first, then it can flow. But the first is scary, that blind leap of trust. To achieve Love, I will do what I must. -robin |
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