Hard To Carry On

Sometimes when I'm alone I cry  ...

'Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter & warm,

They follow my life but take no form.

I cry 'cause my heart is torn.

I find it hard to carry on.

If I had an ear to confide in,

I would cry among a treasured friend ;

But who do you 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 else cares why  ...