THE LONELY HEART
Whether it’s the crowded rush
of city life it knows,
or on the quiet barren plains,
The lonely heart beats slow.
And in the midst of gaiety,
where every face seems glad,
though hid by smiling lips and laugh,
the lonely heart is sad.
Forever seeking happiness,
that empty space to fill,
a maddening pace is set, but yet
The lonely heart is still