In Blissful joy I like to wander
Yet what I detest is to venture yonder
But fate it seems is cross with me
And so it guides me back to misery
So I search for those who have and will care
Those with whom my joys and sorrows I can share
Yes I do long for company difficult to get
So that my still unknown existence I shall not regret
And then one day when I am no more
I shall return to hearts as pain so sore
That they will know I shall haunt their memory again
Though dead I shall live when they feel the pain
A description of ME by Myself
