Oh, in a little while from now, if I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top, will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever what it's like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church where people 're saying:
"My God that's tough, she stood him up!" No point in us remaining
I 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 forward to, but who 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, all about God and 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? :|
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Now looking back over the years, and whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died, never wishing to hide the tears
And 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
And when she passed away, I cried and cried all day -- |: alone again, naturally :|