Why,
doesn’t this,
work for me?
Why,
do I feel,
so alone,
feel so alone?
Why,
can’t I find,
a home,
find a home?
Why,
Oho why?
Why,
Oho why?
Why,
don’t butterflies fly,
for me,
fly for me?
Why,
is there no one,
in my dreams,
I see?
Is there,
Oh is there,
something wrong with me,
wrong with me?
Oh,
Why,
Why,
Why,
Why,
Would you,
let me,
let me,
let me,
die,
alone?!
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PROSPERMIND 
There is little sadder than the idea of dying alone if you wish to be surrounded by loved ones.
But I know that my Grandfather chose to do so. We went to visit him the day before, he died peacefully in his sleep after we told him he didn’t have to fight any more.
Keep writing beautiful songs 🙂
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Great piece. Would love to hear this sung with some epic guitar ballad!
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Beautiful. All in good time…..
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Thank you very much for leaving your thoughts behind. Very much appreciated! 🙂
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Again I see the repetition of words which shouts out for communication. You use that style effectively. I do hope, the feeling of ‘lonely’ flows into moments of peace for you.
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