I AM ONLY A PASSER-BY
There is no more that sweet voice in my home
The voice that cheered me for so many years
The pond's dry and my Pretty Lotus a gnome
Once my joy she now fills my eyes with tears
Our walks and talks have ended, nothing's left
No more chats in the back yard I am all alone
Our sweet home bites me now that we are cleft
My nest looks empty, my love bird has flown
Our days were full of happiness we to rejoice
Our nights brought moments of love and joy
Fields have fled where we matched our voice
Whenever I wander home now, I find no joy
We had made our own nest to love and live
Now they're gone for good leaving ill and I
My paths, my gardens have nothing to give
I may last a while now I am only a passer-by.
