I walk the streets alone,
here I go with head hung down
The heavens laugh so hard at me
that I cannot bear the sound
I'm home to every lonely,
I'm eyes to every suffering,
And of all the awful things I've heard,
the worst must be those terrible words
If I don't do it, that man will,
be it steal or rape or kill
I strive to be a good man,
I've loved and I've been loved,
And at times I feel to stay alone
is the honest thing to do
Still and all I best conceive
that I did fall in fleshy need
And taking water laced with sin,
seeing what love is up against
I search all day for answers
I don't believe the stories
And if anything should matter,
then what should matter most?
To the thought I will abide,
that hate is foolish, love is wise
Words the old man softly spoke,
left the world to live in hope