The house is cold and empty, I live alone you see,

Feelings I can not defeat, even with furniture and a lot of heat,

I used to come home to a house that was empty, not for long the family would be home soon, action a plenty,

That is now gone, lost, what will be the final cost?

It’s not any physical pain, my mind is driving me insane,

The silence shattered by the phone, temporary relief, but still I am alone,

Solitude is okay in the main, but not every day, again and again,

Visitors I need, companionship I crave, if my sanity I am to save,

Communication you see, is most important to me,

It’s time to frown, not much hope for that in this town,

I could go to the bar, but that really wont get me that far,

That’s what I have, well that’s the way it’s going to be, at least I’m healthy and free,

All I need to make life complete, a companion to meet,

It’s not really that much to ask, but it seems to be an impossible task,

I will keep trying again and again, to make people happy and relieve my personal pain,

One day that close friend, companion I will find, then life again will be the way it should be ordered and defined.

Steve Corke

21/10/97

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