Like an unmoored boat

Like an unmoored boat whose anchor’s lost

By any passing storm I’m cruelly tossed.

I have no destination have no guide

I have no set of rules to be applied

Like a little bird whose nest has gone

I have no strength my life is nearly done

As alien birds have filled the local trees

Sadness fills my heart like a disease.

Like a blind man walking all alone

I cannot use a map, oh, useless phone.

I don’t know where I am how can I start?

I do not like this darkness of the heart

I have no common sense I have no sight

Touch me with your hand on this dark night