I'm singing the song
of the unloved
—the song I've been born
from my mother's womb
I'm singing the song
that workmen forgot
because of the demands
that life brought upon
On my lips, I have the song
that poets forsook
because it wasn't
what they thought
it would be
It should have been easy
if this world was fair—
but when the sky sims
and the clouds are gray
—do you know the song
I am singing?
It's the song
of the unknown
and the song
of the unloved