In a little
while from now
If I'm not
feeling any less sour
I promise
myself to treat myself
And visit a
nearby tower
And
climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an
effort to make it clear to who
Ever what
it's like when you're shattered
Left
standing in the lurch at a church
Where
people saying: "My God, that's tough
She's stood
him up"
No point in
us remaining
We may as
well go home
As I did on
my own
Alone again,
naturally
To think
that only yesterday
I was
cheerful, bright and gay
Looking
forward to well wouldn't do
The role I
was about to play
But as if
to knock me down
Reality
came around
And without
so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into
little pieces
Leaving me
to doubt
Talk about
God and His mercy
Or if He
really does exist
Why did He
desert me in my hour of need
I truly am
indeed alone again, naturally
It seems to
me that there are more hearts
broken in
the world that can't be mended
Left
unattended
What do we
do? What do we do?
Alone
again, naturally
Now looking
back over the years
And
whatever else that appears
I remember
I cried when my father died
Never
wishing to hide the tears
And at
sixty-five years old
My mother,
God rest her soul
Couldn't understand
why the only man
She had
ever loved had been taken
Leaving her
to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite
encouragement from me
No words
were ever spoken
And when
she passed away
I cried and
cried all day
Alone again, naturally
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