There Isn't Anybody Worrying Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

There isn't anybody worrying about what is
This pain in the shadows by the mountain ridge
Whispering, we want to take your soul.
We want to break your heart.
There isn't anybody worrying about what is
Where the river folks are, where it flows
And if you don't know which it is,
Which is the one that's going to be your friend?
Take you around that troubled, turbulent bend
And save your soul and watch it rise.
There isn't anybody worrying about what is
Troubling your heart, my friend
There isn't anybody noticing you're not back at home.
There isn't anybody grocery shopping now.
cradling your love, wishing you never left
This pain in the shadows is like a buzzard not letting go.
Whispering, we want to take your soul.
We want to break your heart.
There isn't anybody worrying about what is,
What is this person doing drinking so much?
Oh, where the river folks drown you
Whispering, we want to take your soul.
We want to break your heart.
Oh, it's so dark in the shadows.
Being a clown all the time
Looking in the mirror at nothing new, only you.