The Soul That God Forgot
Who am I ? I wonder oft
And hope that I may see,
Just who it is that's me,
And ask my maker up aloft
Who, indeed, I be?
Whyfor I'm here I ask aloud
And yearn for his reply,
And search for reason why,
From he beyond the cloud
Who, indeed, be I?
What use am I? I cannot know
If I am never told
What place that I should hold,
The direction I should go,
Until, indeed, I'm old.
When do I die? I ask again
When will my day be through?
If, now, I only knew,
I query this in vain
I do; indeed, I do.
No answer do I, yet, receive,
For he replying not,
A reason for my lot
Then, am I when I take my leave,
The soul that God forgot?
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