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.