The other day i looked around

the other day i looked around
and saw a crowded place..
the faces glimpsed and passed away,
there was no single gaze..
and then just had a sudden thought:
i'm lonely as can be..
i wondered if all men are not?
should it be ailing me?
 
chorus:
 
i shall write in a poem:
all will be good one day,
and God will show my way..
and i shall go back home..
 
still i am loved.. what else one needs?
and all is good and right..
why should my heart just go to bits
and there's no fire inside?
the things i've done, the what i've got
will be a dust one day..
cant get what matters and what not,
but close my eyes and say..
 
chorus:
 
i shall write in a poem:
all will be good one day,
and God will show my way..
and i shall go back home..
 
i would descend a narrow path
which to the backwoods leads..
i'd hear no sound, no men's stuff,
no ado, no bad deeds..
i won't hurt and won't be hurt..
just making silent steps..
i'd feel the sorrows are absurd
and all the worrying ebbs..
 
chorus again))