My softness falls so hard upon
I cannot fathom out the deep
It's hard to imagine what has gone
In your company I am most alone
What I have I cannot keep
My softness falls so hard upon
What matters if I feel ill at ease
Like Lear I will refuse to weep
It's hard to imagine what has gone
I grope through darkness toward the light
Discouraged by a way too steep
My softness falls so hard upon
I have some understanding of your pain
What I have sowed I now must reap
It's hard to imagine what has gone
Life is a chocolate ice cream cone
That I have dropped upon the street
My softness falls so hard upon
It's hard to imagine what has gone.
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