Alone

The evening mist covers the sky,
And there I lay thinking,
How can I feel so alone?
When I have everything.


A tear, breaks away,
Then I start to cry.
What is it that makes me feel this way,
Oh God, why?


How nice it is to feel free
To fly like a bird and be happy.
But, I guess, that would never be.
Oh Lord, why does it have to be me?


-originally written by jigs 1990s-