In
a little while from now,
if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby town.
And climbing to the top,
would throw myself off
In an effort to make clear to
whoever what it's like
When you're shattered,
left standing in the lurch
At a church where people were saying
My
God, that's tough, she 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 for ward to what I 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 and talk about
God in
His mercy
Oh, 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?
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I remember I cried when my father died,
never wish ing to hide the tears
When 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
When she passed away,
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally