Loneliness

Everyday I get on the train,
I meet new people; they’re all the same.
I wonder if I will ever see,
The one to love who carries me.

Through wind and rain I walk the streets,
Feeling the loneliness; the cold wet seats,
Where people sit in London city.
Who is in pain? Who shall I pity?

I wonder if I’ll ever find,
Someone who knows my peace of mind.
Instead I get off and on the train,
Meeting new people; they never change.