Marbaniang, Domenic

Walking on the street, one night in the cold. No one on the street, I was there all alone Got some time to think and muse on myself "Why do I live? Is life an empty shell?" "Is it of any worth just bearing up the pain Or live a life where worth seems just as vain? Why do I live when troubles soar so high? Why don't I kill, kill myself and die And put an end to all confusion hanging here? But, is death the end or a door to unknown fears? And, is that the reason why my soul refuses to die, And when it senses danger it wishes from it to fly?" "Who knows, just leave it forget. Walk your path, doing good, and yet, Who knows what's going to be What is the Truth of Life and of death. Is it all worthless? Or worth is all worthless? What to me is good, will some other call bad? Him who is suave, will someone call a cad? Who knows, come leave it forget." Now I was on the street that lead to my home, It was dark all around, but the light on my home still shon