THE LONELY MAN

The man is alone,
who doesn't have a heart,
who doesn't have a soul,
of his own.

He walks on the path of thorns alone,
with no one to give a hand of his own,
He laughs alone and cries alone,
with no one to share a part of his own.

He makes everyone sad,
with his crazy demands,
And is left by everyone,
as a lonely man.

No one likes to be alone,
but some are there who like it soon,
They feel themselves as the happiest person,
with nothing to worry or care about.