This is tiring;
a long trudge up the mountain
No one is there for me
they're all too busy

I'm lost, you might say
'cause there's no where to go
I'm tired and I need someone
Are people so heartless these days?

There is not one person,
who was there to help me
All were looking away,
staring at their petty troubles

None will help
I'm all alone
How can someone do this to me?
But I suppose this is my fate, and I'll battle it bravely

However, I want help
I want food
I want shelter
I want sleep

I need them as well as want them
Can someone not grant them to me?