i cry

sometimes when im alone
i cry
cause im on my own
the tears i cry are bitter and warm
they flow with life but nform
i find it difficult to carry on
if i had somebody to comfide in
i would cry along my treasured friend
but who do know that stops that long
to help another carry on
the world moves fast and it would rather pass by
then to stop and see what makes one cry
so painful and sad
and sometimes
i cry
and no one care about why