this bitter earth,
well, what fruit it bears
what good is love
that noone shares
and if my life is like the dust
that hides the glow of a rose
what good am I
heaven only knows

Lord, this bitter earth
yes, can be so cold
today you are young
too soon, you’re old

but while a voice within me cries
I’m sure someone may answer my call
and this bitter earth
may not be so bitter after all

//Dinah Washington & Max Richter