amid the merry crowd, i screamed aloud
the ghost of solitude usurped my soul;proud
hoping to lend some ears i walked
to extol the beautiful tale of a heart yet cursed
instead busy strides heard every where
playing the death knell in my ear
a far cry it seems to be
and a Deaf God wait upon me
aching mind with a tiresome leg
and a bowing head ready to beg
many faces passed by,the many darling faces
yet none stopped to hear my cases
To be a man with out any fellowship
Is like a boatswain in a lonely ship
storm and thunder ,his friends
water and wind his kins
for peace and calm we turn
a still roaring silence in return
Saw my Creator in a light
asked The remedy for this plight
Smile was that all He gave
Take it gladly to my grave
