All the Lonely People

We are all the lonely people.

We are all the lonely people.

I'm Eleanor Rigby, left only rice after all my hard work.

Didn't they see?

I peel out my window knowing my face will never be seen.

They only ignore.

I'm one of the lonely people.

What have I become?

I'm one of the lonely people.

How long can this go on?

I'm Father McKenzie writing the unheard sermons.

They fall on deaf ears.

Ever so lonely, no one thanks me for saving their souls.

I deny the despair.

I'm one of the lonely people.

So forlorn my feelings are numb.

I'm one of the lonely people.

When will God take me home?

We are all the lonely people.

We are all the lonely people.

I am Eleanor Rigby, alone, with no one to claim.

I am ashamed.

I am Father McKenzie sifting the dirt for things I crave.

I've lost my way.

We are all the lonely people.

So tired and burdensome.

We are all the lonely people.

How soon we all succumb.

Naida Lavon

Meet Up Challenge

July 8, 2012