The fingers of loneliness br can sometimes touch the warmest heart br making it feel isolated br when no one is around. br We stand on pinnacles of our own desire br that are often consumed by fire br leaving us scorched and lonely, br too heated to be touched. br We feel engulfed in sadness, br our shouts cannot be heard br and we wonder what we have said br when we have no angry words. br Our hearts beat a distant beat br that echoes out to no one br when the fingers of loneliness br touch deep inside our soul.