My Soul . . . my Soul . . . where are you
I am alone, desolate, and lost
Divided, hollow, terrified, and torn asunder
How is it that we were ever parted
What pattern, design, or devise perpetrated this
On Me, on You, on Us
I truly did not know
I was foolish and ignorant
Most wretched in the cleverness of the show
I lived from day to day
All the while you called
You beckoned and warned
But I in my folly was blind
Too stupid to comprehend your most simple need
To stupid to understand that your needs were also my own