Sometimes when im alone
I cry because im 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
and find it difficult to carry on
IF I had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do you know that stops that long
to help another carry on'
the world moves fast and passes you by
Then to stop and see what makes you cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares to ask why??