Drowning Above the Surface

There's a place where the lonely hearts go.
It's a place where they grieve and they hurt and they grow.
Not up and not old – but tired they grow,
Tired and sick of all things they know.
They're not together and might not be alone,
But what's for sure is they are on their own.

Most people may never learn to see
If a person's eyes are as empty as can be
For the truth of one's heart is what the eyes reflect,
And it's a much stronger proof than how they might act.
They may have everyone in theory but no one to call,
For it is the souls that are surrounded who are the loneliest of all.