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            A question I've been asking since I was 15.

                        I've been going along, 18 years now,

                            and my true love has'nt been seen

                You see, there's nobody but me.

                  I sing a blues song, as I go along.

                             A world story over and over told.

              A harsh reality, that I finally see.          

     This wish will be denied, so many nights I have cried.

    I have shaken my first at the sky, and I have asked why.

   I am always alone in my home.

    A heart does burn, while nobody my calls do return.

            A message, so clear, a message so loud, so soft.  They are just off.

              I have fear.  I shed a tear.