Clangston

There goes another lonely heartand it's so cold in the night.It's where all empty journeys start they're all too old to put up a fight. I want to hold them so tight in my armsbut I'm too weak and my arms too short to bring warmth or keep them safe from harm.I share so much less love than I know I ought. There was a time when I was youngI dreamt of finding a special onewho I could love and who could love me. But I am just another homeless heartcomplete with its own rusty lock and key. These hearts like distant stars will flee from all this empty company.There sits another lonely one.It gets so dark every night.Here's where my bitter journey begun,back when the end seemed in sight. There breaks another voiceless heart.Here's where all fruitless journeys end.They never die but merely depart.So take their place, my quiet friend. ©2021 John Hilton https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09244W1LN?psc=1&smid=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&ref_=chk_typ_imgToDp