Twenty Years To Destroy An Existence

How I try to count my blessings, They do little to ease my saudade, Look to the past For some consolation, But the past remains resistant, O woe, where is hope? I feel so old, and so alone… Twenty years to destroy an existence, Is all it took, To steal my contentment, Look to the past for a glimmer of peace, To the past for a little release. O woe, where is hope? I feel so old, and so alone… On one level, I feel so blessed, And I cleave to life With all my strength, There’s so much to be thankful about, ‘Til I sink back into deepest night, O woe, where is hope? I feel so old, and so alone…