I always listen,
I always care,
I always help,
I'm always there.
So why is it,
That I'm alone?
Are they the pigeons,
And I the stone?
When they ask,
I respond,
I hide in a mask,
But I want to abscond,
It matters not what I say,
They never listen,
I wonder why I stay,
When I could glisten,
I feel numb,
I feel weak,
That's not what I want to become,
But yet I feel bleak.
