I observe the hard-felt faces
of those pressed ’round my plight
They see nought of what I was
just that which they can take.
My dashéd hopes return with nothing
as if nought had ever been.
I observe the hard-felt faces
of those pressed ’round my plight
They see nought of what I was
just that which they can take.
My dashéd hopes return with nothing
as if nought had ever been.