Orphan Song II

Orphan Song II

None of my friends

has understood me;

when I weep in church

they tell me:That's life.
None of my days

holds my hand;

I wait in vain

for what I dread:love.
None of my nights

brings me something:a tenderness

that holds me closea dream,

a rose. . . .I don't dare

believe that's life