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Life is hard and the times are harsh,
Here and there I run in a mad dash,
Not knowing where to head,
Nor where my life is by fate and fortune led.

I don't think that all is fine,
My head swirls as if spun by wine;
I know not east from west.
Where I'm destined heavens know best.

I hope that someone will one day tell me,
What is wrong with me that I don't see.
Perhaps I entertain a lot of hope;
More faith than the world can cope.

Meanwhile I'll roam the streets of life alone,
For all my childish joys are gone.
Not Papa is there to hold my hand,
Nor Mama to walk me through that spectacular sand.

I trust in one God above,
Whom Papa used to say is full of love
And is there for those mired in want and sin,
And those without friend and kin.

Now I tread upon the highway of loneliness,
Knowing neither failure nor success,
Only walking alone with moderate speed,
Unwilling to guess where this path may lead.

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