Sometimes I feel so all alone,
Though my life is quite full.
I don’t have a hard road to walk
Or too much load to pull,
But I live in a quiet place
Down by a winter sea
Where all the world has turned to gray
And there’s no one but me.
For all the friends who once played here
Have long since flown away
To warmer climes and busy lives,
But I can’t go away.
Still I have food to keep me fed
And a safe place to sleep,
And I feel so ungrateful when
I feel like I could weep.
So I will concetrate again,
On all the joy life brings
And try to focus myself less
On such unthankful things.
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