Out here on my own again, in a the little town, no one knows my past, but only God knows My secrets are far from me, as my tears rolling down my face, My isolation comes from my past, and yet longing for a friend. Another day has past, whatever have I done? Another day of isolation, to sooth my past. A night os sleep and slumber, is only a wish, as I lay my head down on the pillow, and gaze up to Heaven. The sun begins to rise, as I lift my prayers upward, asking for guidance and love, to carry me thru this day.