How to break these ties that bind I fear I’ll never know.
Where to turn when trouble calls, I haven’t figured yet.
Solitude and all alone is all I’ve ever felt.
And if I wasn’t quite so proud I think that I might melt.
No one to come and clean me up or give to me a stone.
No one to grieve or think of me I know and fear I’m all alone.
But in the end we all must face the wicked ways of life.
And when we fall without a soul within the world to call.
We can only try to find some hope and pray for peace again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.