Who has never felt grief When a small gesture would have helped but it has ,unknowingly, been with held? How many people have the imagination to guess what's in your mind, And to embrace you rather than push you away? No-one,No-one.No-one knows. No-one knows these numbers. No-one knows these names. No-one knows how many feel diffident, Nor how many feel shame.
Being alive is joyful! Being alive is pain! Being alive is all we have, We'll never be alive again.
I look into your eyes today I sense your shame and woe. I look into your eyes just now And tell you that I know,
Being alive is lonely. Being alive is good. Being alive is pain indeed For flesh is not like wood.