I've walked hand in hand with Bliss
and never missed a step.
Nothing had I gained by this
in spite of the effect.
I've walked hand in hand with Grief
and stumbled along the way.
She is a furtive thief
that can steal the soul away.
I've walked hand in hand with Rapture,
an easy road we trod.
Though my heart she seemed to capture,
my mind she failed to prod.
I've walked hand in hand with Weary
many pitfalls on the path there were.
The way was dark and dreary
yet I saw in life what could occur.
I've walked hand in hand with Pleasure,
she jabbered all the way.
She left me none the wiser
for all she had to say.
I've walked hand in hand with Sorrow,
not a peep made she.
But, oh, the things I learned from her
when sorrow walked with me.
