How, when it's raining outside,
can I feel so dried up?
How, when the sun is shining,
can I feel so dark?
How, when I have such a full schedule,
can I feel so bored?
How, when my heart is so full of love,
can I feel so empty?
How, when I talk to God so much,
can I feel soul-less?
How, when I have so many friends,
can I feel so alone?
Simply and naturally--
that's how.
How else should a hollow shell feel? |
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