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when the day becomes the night 

and darkness falls upon the light

i sit in bed and cry at home

and when i cry, i cry alone

if only somewhere there were found

a voice that heals and heart resound

to birth my love and pray my dream

and turn my ashes into everything

my lips of lonesome would rejoice

to speak my song and sing my voice

never would i on my own

weep and sigh and cry alone

but never have i met a friend

who loved my heart through rain and wind

who kissed my cheek and held my hand

and sat with me when i could not stand

so tears fall gently as i think

past my lids and down my cheek

all this pain is all i've known

i die inside and cry alone

when a word is spoken free

when a friend claims they love me

i do not chance to dare believe

for it may be that they deceive

you see, my friends have said the same

yet when i needed them they never came

so i sit in bed and cry at home

and when i cry, i cry alone