The Cold of Night

		I sit out at night,
		And I look at the stars.
		My heart feels broken,
		Though it knows no scars.

		I feel so alone
		As I sit and watch the sky
		I feel the fingers of loneliness
		And I almost want to cry.

		My despair's like a knife,
		Stabbing my poor aching heart.
		There's a war inside me,
		And it's tearing me apart.

		I see love everyday,
		Couples walking hand-in-hand.
		My heart yearns for love
		And so I've searched the land.

		Sometimes I think it's fate,
		Maybe I'm destined to be alone
		But I'm sick of sulking,
		I'm sick of being alone
		I need someone to care,
		Someone to call my own.

		Just like every man,
		I need to feel loved
		My heart is achin',
		Achin' to be loved

		And so I sit here,
		Strumming my guitar
		Wondering and singing
		While staring at the stars.
		I sit here wondering
		Is love in sight?
		Or am I to sit alone
		In the cold of the night?