Each tear has a reason,
They come in ones or many.
I can’t always explain why I cry,
So many things build up inside.
I eventually can figure out each tear,
And I always want to know.
Most of the time it’s just fear,
And I know I can only deal with it.
I feel the tears building up inside,
And it always makes me feel sad.
Knowing there is a reason for every one,
Makes me feel very, very bad.
I sometimes want to wish it away,
And I wish I had a true friend.
But, forever I remain alone,
On no one can I depend.
April 16, 1994