In a little while from now

if I'm not feeling

any less sour

I promise myself

to treat myself

and visit a nearby tower

And climbing to the top

will throw myself off

in an effort to

make it clear to who

ever what it's like

when you're shattered

Left standing in

the lurch at a church

where people saying

My God, that's tough

she's stood him up

no point in us remaining

We may as well go home

as I did on my own

alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday

I was cheerful

bright and gay

looking forward to

well, who wouldn't do

the role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down

reality came around

and without so much

as a mere touch

cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt

talk about

God in his mercy

Oh, if he really does exist

why did he desert me

In my hour of need

I truly am indeed

alone again, naturally

It seems to me

that there are more

hearts broken in the world

that can't be mended

Left unattended

what do we do

what do we do

Alone again, naturally

now looking back

over the years

and whatever else

that appears

I remember I cried

when my father died

never wishing

to hide the tears

And at sixty-five years old

my mother, God rest her soul

couldn't understand

why the only man

she had ever loved

had been taken

Leaving her to start

with a heart

so badly broken

despite encouragement

from me, no words

were ever spoken

And when she passed away

I cried and cried all day

alone again, naturally

alone again, naturally