Weep not for withered flowers,
they had their chance in the glow-
but weep for departed children,
who will never, ever grow.
Weep not for yesterday,
it remains in the past-
but weep for a future,
that long, may not last.
Weep not for the wealthy,
who have all and more-
but weep for the destitute,
the homeless, the poor.
Weep not for lovers,
whose heart each does own-
but weep for those people,
who remain all alone.
Weep not for the believers,
in Heaven they shall stroll-
but weep for the faithless
and pray for their soul.
Weep not for the strong,
for they have what they seek-
but weep for the searchers,
the timid and the weak.
Weep not for me,
I've accepted my fate-
but weep for yourself,
before its too late.