The icy winds of loneliness blow across my soul. . . across my soul. . . the party's over, the lights are low, everyone's gone home, and, as always, I am left alone
of loneliness blow across my soul. . . across my soul. . . the party's over, the lights are low, everyone's gone home, and, as always, I am left
alone
© 2002 D.E. White