I sing to you a song of sorrow, a song of emptiness and pain. A song of such misery—of tears that fall like rain!

 I have witnessed the evil that flows from the hearts of men—that is why—I am alone and without friends.

 Daily, I meditate on my past deeds—and bury deep within the earth—in an unmarked grave—the seeds of all my dreams!

 I am the lone sojourner in this dreary land! I sing of all the joys; I’ll never know—I sing of a man—that walks the barren wastelands—bereft of hope!

 I sing to you, because I dare not speak—a small word of encouragement, here and there…is all I seek.

 I remember laughter—it echoes in my ears; but, I can’t see clearly through my past—I’m blinded by my tears.

 I would sing to you of love—but, what good would that do?  I’d only see it destroyed…as I put my trust in you.

 Ah yes—I digress—this is my song—the words of the forgotten— 

 —But I have no one to sing to—I am alone.