O why, dear poor man, is life so unkind,
Each step you take, a mountain to climb.
You toil with your hands, yet they see you as slow,
The harder you labor, the less they seem to know.
Why do hearts turn cold, and warmth never stay,.... 1/2
O why, dear poor man, is life so unkind,
Each step you take, a mountain to climb.
You toil with your hands, yet they see you as slow,
The harder you labor, the less they seem to know.
Why do hearts turn cold, and warmth never stay,.... 1/2