Sometimes when  I'm alone

I cry because I'm 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 I find it difficult two carry on

If I had an ear two 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 it would rather pass you by

than two stop and see what makes you cry

It's painful and sad and sometime I cry

and no one cares about why.