I stand here,
On the periphery of your heart.
An outsider,
A lone rider.
I see the bloom in your garden.
The abundance in your life;
The smell of baking,
The neat clothesline.
As I stand here,
On the periphery of your life.
I hear the laughter,
The cosy comfort.
Your sunshine days,
Blessed rain sprays,
Shutting me out.
Me, a crazy traveler.
A lone rider
I stand outside your window,
Left out in cold.
The lace curtains beckon me,
Swaying gently.
But I walk away,
Away from the warmth
of your hearth
Me, an outsider
A lone rider!
