No one sees I think That's what's wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, They always hold it inside. They're sad, But they don't cry. They're happy, But they don't dance or sing. They're angry, but they don't scream. Because if they do, They feel ashamed. And that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks, With their heads down And no one sees How beautiful the sky is. Comments Login or register to post a comment.
