The Solitary Nobleman

Alone in this room with the lights turned down low
These words on this paper, if only they could show
This emotion these watering eyes are holding back
My heart is heavy, and is slowly about to crack

Thoughts of you, revolving relentlessly in my head
Enslaved to my mind’s walls of solitude, my heart just feels dead
I wish there were a way to properly express how I feel
Without running back to paper, it seems words can only heal

Wandering in the moonlight just searching for some sunlight
Reassuring myself I am well, but the world just doesn’t seem right
I turn my eyes upon the night sky and revere its precious stars
The realization comes to me that only time will heal love’s scars

During the pursuit of that one true happiness we all must fall
But to pick ourselves back up again can be the most difficult task of all
You might stumble, limp or crawl but you must be strong
For this hurt inside, although intolerable, won’t last forever long

So after this good fight, I’m basking in my victory hollow and alone
I’ll adorn my glorious medals of failure until love arrives home
The decrepit throne I now sit upon, now faintly sings a sad song
But the empty seat beside it will one day be guest to another who comes along