Sunday, March 4, 2007

Alone


Alone


Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Atousa,
You have made a very good effort! That was a very nice poem!
:)
Bye till then!

spa6 said...

hon!? I've just come to tell: "Yessss i saw it successfully!" although it was so hard you know? opening my eyes then zooming on your address...then reading your posts...how great they were... ;)

Maryam Ahmadzadeh said...

Dear ati,
What nice poems. I enjoyed reading them and I look forward for more.

Best,
Maryam

Anonymous said...

Hello Miss,

The sentiment of this poem is something which every person will experience at some moment in their life. Thank you for sharing it.