I hear your voice,
Though you do not speak,
You have a longing.
Trust in love you seek.

At night you cry,
But there is no one to hear-
No one to listen,
To that dream you hold dear.

Most people don't care,
So they do not see your tears.
They cannot hear your silent cries,
Nor sense your deepest fears.

You live in a constant shadow,
Of what tomorrow will bring.
Will it bring joy or laughter,
Or teardrops that will sting?

Today I heard the silent cry,
An echo from far, far away.
It made me cry, too;
I didn't know what to say.

You are surrounded by people,
Yet you are all alone.
They do not see the teardrops,
Which cut you to the bone.