Frozen Morning

As the weak winter sun struggles it's way up, In the frosty sky, And the distant sound of trains across the river, climbing mountains to a destination I can not fathom, And the gargling goose sounds flavor the air, I awake near dawn, And I wonder where... How my life as taken me... To this forlorn frozen place, Feeling so alone like the last Member of the human race... Another day of pointless awareness, Another glass of wine, Amused to hear yesterday, My psychiatrist was impressed, With my talent on the piano, While all I played for him was a simple blues shuffle, And he's to cure my sadness? I'd rather work for a preist, And help the poor, For I have spent my time among them, And know for sure, The value of a helping hand, The value of a smile, I never worshiped money Or riches for prestige, I only wish to sleep at night, Knowing I've tried my best to ease, The sadness, sickness, poor luck, etal., To the best that I could do, And if this pleases God, Than all the greater too. But to go to bed each night, To know in my heart, I've done the best that I can, Within my limited means, To be the best that Tom Bell is able to, That's all I need to please.