But No One Know Where I Am
When I Was Thirsty I Never Found Water To Drink
When I Was Hungry
No One Gave Me Food To Eat
When I Was Weary And Looking For Shelter
I Never Found Any
What’s Going To Become Of Me?
Am I Still Going To Be Wandering
All The Rest Of My Life Without Aid
Nothing To Cling To And Die Off With This Misery?
Or Will I Be Optimistic If Life Will Turn Around
Where At The End I Can Be Sober Expecting Aid
Where I Will Cling To And Be At Peace?
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