When a heart grows cold and lonely
And a body has no place,
A useless hulk is it only,
Like a man without a face.

Unwanted substance, erring blindly;
Aimless wand'ring, no home to seek.
Sensitive of things unkindly
With an outlook nought but bleak.

Foundation torn and ripped asunder,
Dug away from underneath;
Angry skies throw down thunder;
Lightning strikes a brittlant wreath.

Surely happiness will come along
If it's sought in certain parts.
A smiling face from out a throng
Can warm up many ailing hearts.

Never yield up to abandon,
Always trust that help will come.
Choose carefully, pick not at random
For true love comes from only one.