Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Poet: Maya Angelou, “Alone”

“Alone”

“Lying, thinking 
Last night,
How to find my soul a home 
Where water is not thirsty 
And bread loaf is not stone. 
I came up with one thing, 
And I don't believe I'm wrong, 
That nobody, 
But nobody, 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone, 
Nobody, but nobody, 
Can make it out here alone. 

There are some millionaires 
With money they can't use, 
Their wives run round like banshees, 
Their children sing the blues. 
They've got expensive doctors 
To cure their hearts of stone, 
But nobody, 
No, nobody, 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone, 
Nobody, but nobody, 
Can make it out here alone. 

Now if you listen closely 
I'll tell you what I know. 
Storm clouds are gathering, 
The wind is gonna blow.
The race of man is suffering, 
And I can hear the moan, 
'Cause nobody, 
But nobody, 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone, 
Nobody, but nobody 
Can make it out here alone.”

- Maya Angelou

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