Alone,
Nobody but nobody
Can make it out here on their own.
Our soul needs a homely body,
To make it’s own home..
A homely body,
Which proves to be more difficult,
As we’re more grown..
Sitting, staring, and thinking
Has only proven,
That I can never be more wrong..
That nobody but nobody,
Can make it out here on their own.
Like a heart without a home,
Bare, freezing and bleeding,
Without a warm chest
To sit in like a throne..
If you read between the lines,
And listen closely to these rhymes,
You’d understand that,
Nobody but nobody,
Can make it out here alone.
