A lonely tear.

As i lie here, trying to sleep.
A lonely tear, runs down my cheek.
Thoughts of you, run through my head.
As i lie here, lonely, in my bed.
All the things, that could have been.
All the love, we would have seen.
A lonely tear, runs down my cheek.
As i lie here, trying, but never sleep.

poem by Adrian Ball
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