Walking Alone

Honestly, I feel as if I’ve done something terribly wrong.
Let my face tell you the story of my guilt.
I see the girl I once loved. So lonely walking alone.
She has no one, and I could return.
Let my sorrow tell you the story of my regret.
It’s her fault she’s walking alone.
As I think of returning once more.
I could be her savior.
But a tear clouds my face.
My vision will show me only my troubled past.
Of a lonely girl,
Walking alone.

Copyright © January 4th 2002 Joseph Michael Egan