The Lonely Man

Each night I see before me, a face up in the clouds
Wonder if I could find this man, so lost in all the crowds
He wanders around aimlessly, so lost in thought and scared
Thinking to himself weather people really cared

So alone and afraid to sleep through the night
The dreams start to haunt and give him a fright
So endless nights of tortured sleep and restless nights ahead
He attempts to stay awake instead of going to his bed

Eyelids getting heavy now fatigue he fights no more
Awareness lost as sleep beckons, as he closes the bedroom door
His fears start to take hold fast
Memories remind him of his turbulent past

His agitated body now lays upon the bed
Disturbed sleep and dreary thoughts are now inside his head
Twitching and fidgety, he ties to lay there still
Haunting images and lasting memories, inside his mind they fill

With only a few hours to go before this nightmare will come to an end
And first thing in the morning his mind will try to mend
Erase the memories of the previous night and all his terrible past
And set about getting some good memories, one’s that he’ll make last

Each night I see before me, a face up in the clouds
Wonder if I could find this man, so lost in all the crowds
He wanders aimlessly around, so lost in thought and scared
Thinking to himself if people really cared