When I cry, no one seems to hear me cry,
or is it just what I think?
When I cry tears don’t come from my eyes, but from my heart.
My tears sting and bring soo much pain to me,
but bring joy and happiness to others.

When I cry, I cry no one comforts me.
I’ve been crying ever since my heart started beating.
Who would comfort a crying heart for that long?
I guess the world is moving too fast to care for a crying heart.
Life its self is in a hurry to hear me cry.

When I cry, my heart draws the pain and sorrow inside of me.
Some just take a fresh breath in the wind to feel free and at peace,
my heart cries, who can do that for me?
Crying is all I do, crying is all my heart does.

When I cry