Alone

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Alone

Alone
As I lay here thinking
Last night
Pondering on how to find my soul a home
Where the water's are not for the thirsty
and bread is not made of a stone
I came up with one thing
and I don't believe that I'm wrong
That nobody 
but, nobody
can make it out here alone
Alone, all alone
nobody but, nobody
can make it out here alone
Give me a reason to live
I don’t want to be around anymore
I lost everything that I adored
Alone, all alone
nobody but, nobody
can make it out here alone
Alone
As I lay here thinking
Last night
Pondering on how to find my soul a home
Where the water's are not for the thirsty
and bread is not made of a stone
I came up with one thing
and I don't believe that I'm wrong
That nobody 
but, nobody
can make it out here alone
Alone, all alone
nobody but, nobody
can make it out here alone
Give me a reason to live
I don’t want to be around anymore
I lost everything that I adored
Alone, all alone
nobody but, nobody
can make it out here alone

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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