What would do in a room full of tears
Behind me is a tear of sorrow
To my right a tear of shame and fears
To my left is a tear of no tomorrow
I look outside and no one seem to care
There is even a strong scent of jealousy
They have a different view to see
Does not recognize the sound of despair
What would you do in a roomful of tears
Do you say I am sorry or say do not be weak
Or say nothing until a new day appears
What if tomorrow it is your day to shriek
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