in a little while from now
if i’m not feeling any less sour
i promised myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top
will throw myself off
in an effort to make it clear to whoever
what it’s like when you’re shattered
left standing in the lurch at a church
where people saying
my god that’s tough she stood him up
no point in us remaining
we may as well go home
as i did on my own
alone again naturally
to think that only yesterday
i was cheerful bright and gay
looking forward to but who wouldn’t do
the role i was about to play
but as if to knock me down
reality came around
and without so much as a mere touch
cut me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt
all about god and his mercy
for if he really does exist
why did he desert me
in my hour of need
i truly am indeed
alone again naturally
it seems to me that
there are more hearts
broken in the world
that can’t be mended
left unattended
what do we do
what do we do
classical
alone again naturally
now looking back over the years
and what ever else that appears
i remember i cried when my father died
never wishing to hide the tears
and at sixtyfive years old
my mother god rest her soul
couldn’t understand why the only man
she had ever loved had been taken
leaving her to start with a heart
so badly broken
despite encouragement from me
no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
i cried and cried all day
alone again naturally
alone again naturally
Artist: Gilbert O Sullivan
Year: 1972
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 127