In a little while from now,
if I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
in an effort to make it clear to whoever
what it's like when you're shattered
left standing in a lurch at a church
with people saying my god
about no point in us remaining
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
the role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
And without so much as a near touch,
cut me into little pieces
talk about God and His mercy
Well, if He really does exist,
truly am indeed alone again,
that there are more hearts
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I cried when my father died
Never wanting to hide the tears
And at sixty -five years old
Couldn't understand why the only
with her heart so badly broken
no words were ever spoken
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally you