I'm not good at explaining
The way I feel inside
The fear of me exposing
The feelings that I hide

All the pain and sorrow
The loneliness I hide
Will still be here tomorrow
No matter what I try

Adolescent dreams
About how things should be
The cruelness of reality
Taking them from me

The longing that I have
For somebody who cares
Turn another corner
Nobody is there

Where's someone I can trust?
Someone to make me smile?
To tell me everything's alright?
To say my dreams aren't infantile

Is there anyone around
In this strange new lonely land
Who wants to be my friend
And lend to me a helping hand?

Is there someone I can love
Who, in turn, will love me too?
In a place that's full of strangers
Is there nothing I can do?

It's so hard to explain
The way I feel to you
You always ask me why
I act and feel the way I do

I'll tell you that I'm lonely
I'm so far away from home
Around my heart I've built a vault
And now I feel so damned alone

But what am I to do?
Or should I even try
To find a soft, dry shoulder
To lay my head and cry?

I could go out into this land
To see the sights around
But, even then, it's still so lonely
Silent footsteps on the ground

People passed won't understand me
People past, I cannot see
Am I destined, in this strange new place
To walk around with me?

Sure, the things to see are beautiful
Like some fairytale land
But what's the use in walking lonely
On a beach without the sand?

No one here to share the sights with
So what's the use in going out?
I'd just be lost inside the outside
Wandering endlessly about

I don't know if this tells you
What I'm trying to explain
The loneliness inside of me
The solitude and pain

I just want someone I can talk to
Who will hold me, oh, so tight
Who will put there arms around me
Tell me everything's alright

I try to do things that are right
But then everything goes wrong
And in my times of weakness
I need someone who is strong

I hope that this explains
Why I am lonely and depressed
And why I'm still out looking
For some kind of happiness

Maybe now you'll understand
Why I am the way I am
And pick me up when I fall down
And lend to me a helping hand

 

For: Charles Gooderham
January 24, 1987