Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinkingLast nightHow to find my soul a homeWhere water is not thirstyAnd bread loaf is not stoneI came up with one thingAnd I don't believe I'm wrongThat nobody,But nobodyCan make it out here alone. Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone. There are some millionairesWith money they can't useTheir wives run … Continue reading Alone by Maya Angelou