Pneumonic Winds and My Vulnerable Soul

All alone in a cold dark world

No where to turn, no one to love

I am desperate, I am frightened

I am trying to survuve as best I can

But I am just a man of flesh and bones

And I am struggling so against a rising wind

I’ve been through so many storms

I could not even imagine their number

My nerves are worn raw

Their outer protective layers are all but gone

Where are the people of conscience and compassion

Where are the people of caring and caring

I cannot see them, no not anywhere

I try so hard to be a good man

I try so hard to continue to grow

But how much coldness am I supposed to endure

I ask all of you in the world out there

How much coldness I am supposed to endure

Before pneumonia overtakes my soul

 

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