sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I'm on my own.
The Tears I cry are bitter n warm,
They flow with life but take no form.
I Cry because my heart is torn,
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by,
Then to stop and see what makes one cry.
so painful and sad
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
