Do these wrinkles mean more now that they appear in the mirror? Cutting across a face that looked once young and so hopeful. These lines tell a story that words couldn't tell alone. Alone, alone, left alone in woe. The hourglass is turned on end and the sand falls until it begins again. Watching as the years go on so many that loved you are all gone. And you look so much more tired than you did before. So why not rest? Alone with all you miss. Alone, alone.