As I walk this dark and lonely road.
Don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'll go.
I close my eyes and all I can see
is the pain and fear so deep inside me.
There was a night, as I slept
I felt the pain and I awoke and wept.
Only 20, Christ 20 years old.
But my life has frozen, It's turned so cold.
Then there was a craving within me to suffocate and choke.
But all I could do was to sit there and smoke.
Have no friends or loved ones that I could phone.
So I just sat there. Alone.
I thought life developed with progression.
But it's brought me nothing but depression.
Never enjoyed life, not even at school.
I was just beaten as they yelled my name "Fool".
Then I'd go back home. Back to my dwelling.
Back home to all the screaming and yelling.
Grew up with it all but had no-one to tell.
My life was nothing, nothing but hell.
Then I started to work when I got older.
but my life just got colder and colder.
Too feeble to stand up to them, I didn't have the power.
Working for nothing but peanuts per-hour.
Didn't understand what I had done wrong.
But my life of hell just went on and on.
Everything was on me, it pilled on top.
Until one day I decided it must stop.
Then one night, I started to pray.
That very night, I took my life away.
I lay on my bed as the light went dim.
I heard a voice say "I don't feel sorry for him".
As I cross over, no-one is there, there's no-one to meet.
I'm just left alone to walk this dark and lonely street.
And as I walk this dark and lonely road,
don't know where I've come from,
I don't know where I'll go.
© Brian Holmes 1998 |