within a little while from now
if I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top will throw myself off
in an effort to make it clear to who
ever what it's like when you're shattered
left standing in the lurch by the church
where people saying: "My God, that's tough
she's tored him up"
no point in us remaining
you may as well go home
cause I did on my own
alone again, naturally
to think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
looking forward to wouldn't do
the role I was about to play
but as if to knock me down
reality came around
and without so much, as a mere touch
cut me into little peaces
leaving me to doubt
about God and His mercy
or if He really does exist
why did He desert me
and in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
alone again, naturally
it seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that cant't be mended
left unattended
what do we do? What do we do?
alone again, naturally
and looking back over the years
when everyone stands and fears
I remember I cried when my father died
never wishing to dry the tears
and at sixty-five years old
my mother, God rest her soul,
couldn't understand why the only man
she had ever loved had been taken
leaving her to stop with the a heart so badly broken
despite encouragement from me
no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
alone again, naturally
alone again, naturally