I am alone in this house,
alone in darkness and sarrow.
Its quiet as a mouse,
No Joy can I barrow.
Im in fear of myself,
The pain runs so deep.
I have no wealth,
I lie here and weep.
What will become of me,
Of my three angels.
I fear that I cannot see,
The world of dangers.
I have made this hell I live,
Only It is not mine alone.
The sorrow is not mine it naturally gives,
To my babies the joy is gone...
You see I fear myself...
Because my pain I cannot hide.
It shows on my face,
It takes my soul for a ride.
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