Hopeless on this earth I roam
I have no place to call my home
No best friend that is my own
The only things I have are poems

Living life in solitude
People passing, being rude
No one stops to me include
No wonder why this is my mood

If just one person only saw
The shy still voice behind the wall
Reaching out but always falls
No one’s there to hear me call

Acquaintances I have a much
But none extend a hand to touch
The weak and fragile soul as such
That takes a many hurting punch

Someday I’ll see the crystal lake
Beyond the joyous happy gate
But only if the wall they break
And help me out, my hand they take