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