Sometimes
I am disappointed with the world
Sometimes
I'm depressed
Who am I who will love me
Many people don't friendly
I think no one perfect
Bt they look like handfls of bayonets
Mama
I want to tramp over hill and dale to fond yo
My heart is bleeding in the dark
They are in joy
Pt salt on the wond
Mama
I see yo smiled at me in the clods pictres
Tell me to keep on keeping on
The sky so bright
There mst be a beatifl world