In side this house is lonely,
Outside so bitter and cold.
I wonder how mant hearts have broke,
And was thier story ever told.
How many lay in misery,
Or sucumbed to thier defeat.
How were thier hearts broken,
Shattered laying at thier feet.
Mine walked on so much,
As I look at a cold gray sky.
Is life really like this,
As tears fall from my eyes.