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On The Outside Looking In
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There's a
stranger living here,
And it's plain, she lives alone.
With a house so filled with people,
She doesn't feel at home.
Her body's all sick and withered,
No one throws a glance her way.
So she sits recalling memories,
While her life keeps slipping away.
For when she tries to speak,
There's no one ever there.
When she cries, she cries alone,
And no one seems to care.
A kind word said now and then,
Or a tender loving touch.
It doesn't seem like a lot to give,
But to her it would mean so much.
Oh, she's such a lonely soul,
And tho she tries time and again.
She always finds herself,
On the outside looking in.
by Winnie Lovett 4/22/99
10/29/06
God Bless You, are the
THIS PICTURE WAS PAINTED
BY ERIK HOLLANDER,
