Patti Masterman - Afraid To Look

My poor soul; afraid to look-
Thinks he's read me, closed the book,
Moved on now, to brighter things-
But no one's told my heart- it sings.

It sings, and yes, it trembles too,
Because it hates to be the fool
That waits and waits, till hope is worn,
Then sits and mopes- alone; alone.

We should not fear to be alone,
When each one finds his heart's a home;
Though others hearts might make us sigh,
We're our own company, by and by.

Patti Masterman

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