I sail on a dark, lonely road
Where scalding pains reside within me
Yet there is no ear to pour them into
I confide in my heart
But it seems it has borne enough
As it struggles to convey them for my eyes to behold
My hands are always open
With roses to share
But no one to clasp my chest
All day long, my roses shed tears
Flowing beneath me like the Nile
Too deep for me to drown
Life scowls upon me
And all my companions on this journey desert me
When I weep
My longing for a comforting hand goes unfulfilled
Because no one is willing to trade a smile
I spend my days in a bewildering whirlwind
Even in this chaos, the hands of men elude me
My open hands grow weary
The beautiful rose flower's neck droops
And I grow even lonelier
The struggle within me intensifies
As I continue to tread forward
I become weak and fearful
My soul begins to panic
Until I bow my head in miserable loneliness.