A Plea for Reconciliation

Queues of friends who don't wish to talk to me anymore have become really long.
My dear God, why are all these lovely people so cross with me?
For those who used to breathe with me, feel with me, heal with me, need with me,
Seems to have somehow lost sight of me,
For that's why I spend my days with only solitude.
For what wrong I have done, does not dawn on me.
For Lord, I have come to Thee again to show me the way
For what I should do to make these people smile again.
For what I should do to make these people mine again.