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A Stranger's Lonely Glance
I walk down the road of life Peppered with multitudes of problems and strife I am tired and broken, need a little sleep But I don’t even get a kind look, or a smile to keep It’s a long winding road with curves dangerous and tight With not a ray of light or a pleasant sight I trudge along trying to look for at least a familiar face But of known people, I see not a trace I try to gather the memories of a time happy and wild When I was younger and carefree like a child But what come to me are thoughts of all that went wrong All my mistakes, my follies, always a sad song I did have people I cared about Whom I thought I could never live without But all they saw in me was a monster with a bad gait Even when I tried to help, they would sting me like a krait I keep wandering through my life’s wilderness Where I feel thorns prick, never a flower’s tenderness Never the caress of the mother, who left me to die In this cruel world, all I could do was cry I beg to the passing world to help me stand Help me make amends and be a better man But no one helps me; no one gives me a chance All the world sees is a stranger’s lonely glance
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