The faces

Ah the hands they’re a grasping.
They won’t let me be.
Ah the faces they’re a laughing
Making fun of me.

In the darkness of daylight
There’s no sign of the stars.
It is hopeless a prison.
Without walls without bars.

Alone I am drowning.
No chance of rescue.
An ocean of sorrow.
My own pity pool.

Ah the hands they’re a grasping.
They won’t let me be.
Ah the faces they’re a greedy.
Making fun of me.

In the sunlight of heaven.
There’s no place for lost souls.
It’s a crowded big city.
Feeling lost feeling cold.

Voices they are calling.
Can’t hear what they say.
The static of people.
Out digging my grave.

Ah the hands they’re a grasping.
They won’t let me be.
Ah the faces they’re a laughing
Making fun of me.