Every time I hear a carThat sounds like yoursI think it's youComing to say you want me back.Every time I hear the doorAt work it squeaksI look up to see if it's youComing to say you want me back.Every time my phoneSays I have a Facebook messageI hope that it might be youMessaging to say you want me back.
I wept for a child last nightA child I don't even knowI heard him scream:"No, please! Why do you do this to me!"And I could do nothing to helpI could only listen.
FearI could see it in her eyesLost and confusedShe didn't know where she wasDidn't know what was going on.She knew only one thingThe most important thingWe were all there for her.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.