he has so many friends to call his own
a charming smile can bring cheer to all
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home
many ask for advice he has to loan
through his many gestures he stands so tall
he has so many friends to call his own
his broken heart that can never be sewn
he won’t allow it to whither and fall
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home
none would suspect him of feeling alone
when he’s around ev’ry one has a ball
he has so many friends to call his own
he’s not reclusive he makes himself known
he forces himself out not in a crawl
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home
he can’t sleep in the night he only moans
heard only by Ears hidden in the Walls
he has so many friends to call his own
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 