I walk alone on the surface of life,
Smiling and laughing at any sight,
Even in the middle of a strife,
Everything else seems to be alright.

But then it seems the sky grows dark each day,
Pauring its rain on the lonely tree up in a hill,
With a mighty roar, that can trample you all the way!
With a restless tempest wind! That can blow you away.

Oh what a trickster I have known myself to be!...