That feeling...

When you're lost in the dark,

Trying to find a kind heart.

But no ones there.

And you suddenly think that there's not a soul that really cares.

Loneliness.

That feeling...

When you do find a soul,

Lost and withered as coal.

And when you approach, you reach out a hand,

And the soul takes it, as you help it stand.

Caring.

That feeling...

When all the tables turn.

As you help the soul, you've lost your own inner burn.

When it leaves, you're back in the dark,

Once again searching for a good heart.

Sadness.

That feeling...

When you see them walk by.

And you're silently hoping that one stops to say "Hi,"

But not even one glances your way,

Yet you still secretly wish for someone to make your day.

Wishful.

That feeling...

When you've done all you can.

Crawled and clambered, walked and ran.

But there's no one who wants to hear you out.

They don't hear a word you say, not even if you shout.

Weary.

That feeling...

When a bright light appears.

And suddenly, it washes away all your fears.

Suddenly, you've found what you wanted,

And you thank God, for your wish has been granted.

Thankful.