As I gaze from the warmth of my home,
Upon men who are destined to roam,
To far away places and people with
Strange faces,
Unwanted, unloved, unknown.
Oh, I wish they could stay there, with not
A worry nor a care,
And the joys of tomorrow, no tears but sorrow,
But not I fair, destiny holds dear,
Unwanted, unloved, unknown.
You who have money to burn,
You who have so much to learn,
The treasures on earth what are they worth,
Unwanted, unloved, unknown.
The birthdays of those you hold dear,
The joy when Christmas is near,
I can't compare, there's no-one to care,
Unwanted, unloved, unknown.
When life's final curtain comes down,
I know not, what city or town
Though affection was craved, they'll
Write on the grave --
Unwanted, unloved, unknown.
DES KENNEDY, Blackburn.
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