All By Myself

Lost, I was standing, all by myself

when you came and said "Walk with me."

I placed my hand in yours and started walking

not knowing that the path we are walking on leads nowhere,

not feeling that I need to know my own way,

not realizing your hand, like a fistful of sand, is slipping away.

And now, as I see you walking ahead

with someone's hand in yours,

blank and cold, my own hands feel

lost, I am standing, all by myself again.