Mark R Slaughter - Lonely Life lyrics

Lonely on the land I walk, Lonely cross the sea I sail, Lonely air of beach I stroll – This lonely life doth take its toll. Lonely trek of woodland trail, Lonely mist in haze o' dawn, Lonely spies the bird of prey In lonely circles all astray. Lonely be the dark of night When sleep is but a yearning wish, To dream of sweet companions close, As wine would pair with diner's dish. Lonely do these thoughts me make That draw my blood of precious life; Replace with stream of flowing pain To bless my veins with coursing strife. Lonely years are now my friends, Lonely cries bereft of sound, Lonely tears that cool my face In lonely life of sullen pace.