Surrounded by a host of friends,
my heart feels yet alone
Although I laugh, my soul pretends
and wishes for its home.
I long for those I cannot see
thirst for their presence nigh
hunger for the touch and words
of loves beyond my sky
There's naught to do
but hold on tight-
to faces and to hearts-
keep my lonely vigil
through the night
and wait 'til pain departs.
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