Sorry sad and lonely,
What a river you do cry,
Sorry sad and lonely,
How you always want to die,
And all the sad and lonely things,
They always make you weak,
You dwell upon the the thankful word's,
You never thought to speak,
High up in the mountain,
With your head up in the cloud,
Fore sorrow in a broken soul,
You're always looking down,
But he wisdom gained in tragedy,
Never shall you share,
You'll live a life of mystery,
That is your cross to bare.

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