Presentation # 7

Lonely Life Lonely on the land I walk,
Lonely cross the sea I sail,
Lonely air of beach I stroll –
This lonely life doth take its toll. Lonely trek of woodland trail,
Lonely mist in haze o’ dawn,
Lonely spies the bird of prey
In lonely circles all astray.
Lonely be the dark of night
When sleep is but a yearning wish,
To dream of sweet companions close,