Th lonely heart,who cries for love,feeling like a broken dove,cannot fly
into th clouds above, she has now broken all but one of my dreams, to
feel love,oh how my heart screams, release me now,so that I may soar, so
that I may find,my love once more, I walk my path alone in life, hoping
to find,some love,and a wife, to hear th call,th lone wolf cries,
searching for love,before it dies, th path is dark,and long in deed,
longing for love,that we all need, to feel her touch,to feel her need,
th lonely soul cries to feel loves seed, to grow tall and strong,like th
mighty tree, hoping some day love finds me, a loving heart is not a toy,
for I am just th lonely boy, all by myself,this path I walk, wanting
love,wanting talk, I pour out my soul,to get things started, time only
found me,broken hearted...

So much pain , but beautiful writeing

Thanx Marilyn for dusting off some old memories