The Lonely Woman

Take a look inside my heart and see the lonely woman living inside

She doesn't look anything like me I feel her wish to die

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She lives alone, no one to believe, in her with never a doubt

Of what her love could truly be…. Of what she is about

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She cries in sorrow, wracked with pain Her spirit … it is broke

Yet there is that resolve inside of her

In which she always carries the hope That one day she will care again

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She lives in fear of what is to become and remembers what she used to be

 She smiles for a brief moment then stops…… so suddenly

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Afraid to open up to feelings the powerful and mild She knows to well

The hurt which lies there She's known since she was just a child

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No one to truly love her No one who thinks she's fine

No one to look at her in awe and say "My God She's Mine"

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So safe inside of me she stays Alone and out of sight

She lives there in her special place

Where she knows she'll be alright

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Once a day, and sometimes more,

You knock upon my daydream door

And I say, "Come right in. I'm glad you're here with me again"

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Then we sit down and have a chat,

Recalling this, discussing that,

Until some task that I must do

Forces me away from you

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Reluctantly, I say goodbye,

Smiling with a little sigh,

For tho' my daydreams bring you near

I wish that you were really here

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But what reality cannot change My dreams and wishes can arrange

And through my wishes you'll be brought to me each day, my dear, in thought.

~ Helen Gilchrist

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