Barry Lawton - poorer alone

She could teach the saints a thing or two about patience
Juggling people like balls in the air never letting one fall down
In some quiet corner she ponders what she's lost
Being everything to everyone regardless of the cost

She could dine with kings and scale the heights of decency
There's an air of acceptance that hers is the door that's never closed
In some quiet corner she wonders to herself
Where are all the spare arms to wrap around herself

I feel her warmth share in it's glow
Feast on that smile as it breaks and unfolds
I try to give back a little of everything you've showed me
Richer for you but I'm poorer alone
Richer for you but I'm poorer alone

Alone
Poorer alone
Poorer alone

She could teach the saints a thing or two about patience
Gives more than ever taken
She makes time when there is none in the day
In some quiet corner I watch her from the wings
The stage she does command but she's no star in anything

Written by:
Barry Lawton

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