Alone
I seek comfort of a silent room,
Then I realize it is a tomb.
For which I am to spend my life,
In this hell and lonely strife.
I seek for which I shall never find,
In this lonely place that I call mine.
A love for me to hold,
I hope I am not being too bold,
A handsome prince called love,
I pray to the lord above.
Send me a love for which to show,
All the love that I can no longer hold,
I pray this to you,
I shall always be true
Then I realize it is a tomb.
For which I am to spend my life,
In this hell and lonely strife.
I seek for which I shall never find,
In this lonely place that I call mine.
A love for me to hold,
I hope I am not being too bold,
A handsome prince called love,
I pray to the lord above.
Send me a love for which to show,
All the love that I can no longer hold,
I pray this to you,
I shall always be true
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