Solitude.

At the Lullaby. I am here. I didn't chose to be here.

Life happened and I am here, to embrace it.

The dark hole in my heart burns. I'm alone,

yet I shouldn't be. All those people told me:
"You'll never be alone again." They lied. 

There are so many of us, yet we remain unseen. 

I'm here alone, yet you are always with me. 

United in our separation, we will always be.

I'm still here. How did I get here? Why me?

Watching everyone from the outside, I dream,

What could have been, would have been.

It is not to be. I wish to be there, across the fence.

Never to step foot at my lullaby. But I'm still here.

I want to be here. There is so much more on my side

of the fence: more to live, more to lose. I'm free.

I can never leave.

Here I am, alone, with and without you. 

Stronger, for all the days I missed you.

Weaker, for all the nights I cried for you.

Embracing you in my mind,

I'm here with my solitude.