Solitary Mark
Strong hands have I to give
Warm heart have I to share
Desires waning inside
For one that is not there.
Over the tree tops
My spirit takes flight
And I look down upon myself
Alone in the night.
Flowing as the river
My life is ebbing low
Washing in the receding tide
Love I do not know.
I walk this lonely path
Alone and in the dark
I leave upon this earth
A single, solitary mark.
