I lived a life but nothing
I’ve gained
Each day I’m full of sorrow and pain
No one seems enough for poor me
To give me a word of sympathy
Wonder what will the end be
Wonder what will become of poor me
No father to guide,
no mother to care
Must bear my troubles all alone
Not even a brother to help me share this burden
I must bear alone
Wonder what will the end be
Wonder what will become of poor me
I’m sittin’ and thinkin’ of the days gone by
They fills my heart with pain
I’m too weak to stand and too strong to lie
But I’m forgettin’ it all in vain
I’ve travelled and wandered almost everywhere
To get a little joy from life
Still I’ve gained but worries and despair
Still struggling in this world of strife
Wonder what will the end be
Wonder what will become of poor me
PS for the fathers out there in the blogging world Happy Father’s day.
