See how she sits
So alone and afraid
Cradling in her arms
A solitary babe.
The father of the child
He has run
Leaving the mother and child
Without a home.
The tramp
Walks the streets
A dark overcoat
Holed shoes on his feet.
It\'s so lonely at the top
No friends to surround you
Only enemies and colleagues
Constantly mill around you.
A small boy
Alone in a tall crowd
He can\'t see a thing
As he looks around.
A man in a quiet room
Shouting so loud
He stands out, on his own
One different in a crowd.