“Sometimes when I'm alone I cry. Cause I am 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. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend. But who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world move fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painfull and sad. And sometimes I CRY and no one cares about why…”
