No Need For You To Tell Him

No need for you to tell him life can be unfair Since for years he's been fighting his black moods of despair For many years his moods have been up and down One of the saddest of people in his side of the town Often on the brink of suicide when all hope from his life seemed gone But a tiny voice in him urged him to live on The woman he loved did not become his wife With one mentally ill she did not wish to spend her life Single in his fifty fifth year and old age of him ahead Sometimes he does feel he'd be better off dead For years he has struggled with his inner strife But the tiny voice always persuades him to cling on to life Compared to one like him your troubles seem small In fact hardly worth talking of at all.