Dreams that are over.
Hopes that are crushed.
An empty heart is all that is born.
No friends to care.
No family to love.
Just one to morn.
A friendsless friend.
A sad drifting soul.
Deeply Depressed in the depths of dispare.
Hungry for love.
Starving for joy.
Searching for one to care.
Yet the search has ended.
Only not to find relife.
Much to ones' stricken greif.
-D.Cook- (1994)
