Sitting in a room alone a man thinks.
Lower and lower in dispare he sinks.
Not realising happiness awaits.
Thinking loneliness is his fate.
Seeing friend find what he seeks.
The smile of those in his mind he keeps.
He seems to only feel bound in chains.
He longs for wind to blow his hair around.
He enjoys it feeling his like a horse's main.
Just if someone would come to him unbound
