Sometimes I feel among my own
No one to call a friend of my own
Sometimes I feel like a deserted old soul
With a stench on my path that’s foul
Sometimes I wonder if I will see tomorrow
When today is this pitch dark
Sometimes I want to vent out all my sorrow
That I can keep a happy heart
Unworried about what is to come
Yet all times am always comforted
When I remember that I feel
And that’s all there is to make a man