Lonely Child

In his younger days
He had the looks
To drive women wild
The desire in his body
Is the Hunger of a lonely child?

Just like the bees in springtime
Searching the fields
For love sweetest rose
To pollinate and produce
The warmth of a new flower.

The embrace of many strangers
Could not release
The hold he has of his self
All he found was hardship
And disappointment.

In the back streets
In the sleazy motels
Where no love could be found
Not enough to satisfy the needs
Of a lonely child.

The morning brings
Reflections in the mirror
Off not what he used to see
But of a face which is haggard
And worn out like a pair of slippers.

He has danced the dance
The demons play
Empty of pride
Doesn’t even know his name
Just another one nightstand.