CAMELOT FANTASIES

LONELY HEARTS

During the day, lonely hearts are at play.
At night, the hearts become castaways.
As life passes me by, loneliness is the tears that cry.
Always being mesmerized, ov the feelings I hold inside.
To my loneliness, I do pray.
That someday, I'll cry to live my way.
Luving my own, with him in my heart to stay.
Cascading thru time, with the trinity ov my mind.
Hearts that remind, lonely is the mime.