I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

Left with no good friends,

Memories all mixed into sands.

Lonely road;unknown place,

Where everyone puts a mask on face.

With a blue mood, wearing a hood,

Shabby look, no i am not a crook.

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

People look at me crazily,

because i walk drizilly.

Many a haughty person i met,

whom i want to forget.

Now i am bewailing,

into a new world i am sailing.

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

Something grinds me inside,

because i have no one by my side.

Time waits for none,

but i am still waiting for someone.

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.