Lying, thinking <br />Last night <br />How to find my soul a home <br />Where water is not thirsty <br />And bread loaf is not stone <br />I came up with one thing <br />And I don't believe I'm wrong <br />That nobody, <br />But nobody <br />Can make it out here alone. <br /> <br />Alone, all alone <br />Nobody, but nobody <br />Can make it out here alone. <br /> <br />There are some millionaires <br />With money they can't use <br />Their wives run round like banshees <br />Their children sing the blues <br />They've got expensive doctors <br />To cure their hearts of stone. <br />But nobody <br />No, nobody <br />Can make it out here alone. <br /> <br />Alone, all alone <br />Nobody, but nobody <br />Can make it out here alone. <br /> <br />Now if you listen closely <br />I'll tell you what I know <br />Storm clouds are gathering <br />The wind is gonna blow <br />The race of man is suffering <br />And I can hear the moan, <br />'Cause nobody, <br />But nobody <br />Can make it out here alone. <br /> <br />Alone, all alone <br />Nobody, but nobody <br />Can make it out here alone.<br /><br />Maya Angelou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-6/
