Am I destined in this short life
To walk alone
To love and not be loved; to have a house
But not a home
Must I always be shaded with tragedy,
Despair and sorrow;
Yet buoyed with some inner strength to live
And hope tomorrow?
And when tomorrows born, and
Again, so am I,
And see the first silver clouds and
Golden sky;
Just as I look first for the precious
Jewels in my fellow man.
Then one will trample and sneer from the
Gutter, in his attempts to fan
My hope for his own sorry soul, and for his
Brothers in a forlorn home.
With two despairs, two strife torn hearts,
We part, and walk alone.
Together.
