This bitter earth, what fruit it bears
What good is love that no one shares?
If my life were like the dust
That hides the glow of a rose,
Then what good am I?
Heaven only knows.
This bitter earth, can be so cold
Today you are young, but tomorrow you're old.
While a voice within me cries
I know someone may answer my call
And this bitter earth may not be so bitter after all.