alone
alone, lying, thinking
of last night, and of how to
find my soul a home
where water is not thirsty, and
breadloaf is not is not stone,
I came up with one thing and I
dont beleive i am wrong;
That nobody but nobody can
make it out here alone..
there are millionaires with
money they can't use
they hire expensive doctors to
cure their heart of stone
while their wives run around
like banchees
and their children sing the
blues
but nobody but nobody can
make it out here alone..
if you listen closely
I'll tell you what i know
the storm clouds are gatherine
the wind is gonna blow,
the race of man is suffering,
and i can hear them moan
cause nobody but nobody can
make it out here alone...
~*~Go To NeXt PoEm~*~
~*~Go B@cK To M@iN P@gE~*~
Email: sweethonesty@angelfire.com
