The Lonely One

There is a very quiet boy They call the lonely one There is sorrow in his face And sadness in his eyes And if you look into the heart Within the lonely one You'll find it's been deceived That broken was in lies. Is it good to have cried? With the longing to hide All your heartaches and fears. Is it wise to be cold, and to Struggle, to hold back with tears. If you could only see the boy They call the lonely one, You'd know that since you're gone The lonely one is me.