There's a house called lonely,
built on the street inside his soul.
The owner, trying to find,
solace from the hate,
but still no respite.
His differences get the best of him,
and everyone can smell it.
Life's a little hard when everybody hurts you.
But one day, solace came knocking,
as a friend forgot to rue,
and stood up for him.
Now he feels less empty,
and everyone began to understand.
Solace has taken its place,
warming the house called lonely,
built on the street inside his soul.