I come to visit and find no footprints.
There is a loneliness to feel,
A solitude to face;
At a time when I longed for conversation.
Will no one stop by?
Even for a short while.
Must I talk to myself?
And learn nothing.
In the stillness, there is peace.
In the solitude, there is comfort.
But in the end it is you I need,
My companion, my friend.