I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry.Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form.
I cry because my heart is torn,
I find it difficuly to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
But who do you know that stops that long.
To help another carry on?
The world moves fast and would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad,
And sometimes... I cry.
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