Poetry

This bitter earth Well, what the fruit it bears Ooooh This bitter earth And if my life Is like the dust Oooh that hides The glow of a rose What good am I? Heaven only knows Lord, this bitter earth Yes can be so cold Today you’re young Too soon, you’re old But while a voice Within me cries I’m sure someone may answer my call And this bitter earth, oooh May not, oh, be so bitter after all ...