I CRY
I cry when I see troubled people that I just cannot help,
I cry when I’m hurt inside, I cry like a young dogs yelp.
People hurt each other; some just don’t give a damn,
Some do it for revenge, some just hurt because they can.
No one understands, why some of the time I cry,
I cry for a very big reason, the answer to the question why.
It’s hard to go through this struggle, especially if they don’t care,
They’re hurting everybody; they’re just so unaware.
Until when would all this pain stop, I’m tired of witnessing it,
But I just can’t ignore the fact, and I’m not enjoying it.
To be wrongfully correct, and sinfully right,
Is an irony of the sun, shining in the night.
The tears I shed reflects my weakness, to the troubles in the world I see,
The tears I shed are for the unfinished tasks, of the person I want to be.
But no one could tell and no one could foresee, the person I would become,
The only thing I could predict is that I’m sensitive and not numb.
If only I could make people, dream the dream I dream,
It’s another way to make them, seem what I also seem.
Find, ask, and analyze is what I always do,
And to cry because I’m incapable is really never new.
I gain my inspiration, through what’s happening in this life,
This country and all these nations; fighting hard and battling strife
It has been happening ever since, and it seems that there’s no end.
When would everyone wake up and think about the bad things they need to mend
This is a work of a person, who asks the question why,
This is all the truth in me, what would I get if I lie?
Time will come and would pass by,
But no one would understand the true reason that I cry
When would it happen? When would it be? I hope it’s not when I die.
So I could see the coming truth of my dreams, and the main reason that I cry
I cry when I see troubled people that I just cannot help,
I cry when I’m hurt inside, I cry like a young dogs yelp.
People hurt each other; some just don’t give a damn,
Some do it for revenge, some just hurt because they can.
No one understands, why some of the time I cry,
I cry for a very big reason, the answer to the question why.
It’s hard to go through this struggle, especially if they don’t care,
They’re hurting everybody; they’re just so unaware.
Until when would all this pain stop, I’m tired of witnessing it,
But I just can’t ignore the fact, and I’m not enjoying it.
To be wrongfully correct, and sinfully right,
Is an irony of the sun, shining in the night.
The tears I shed reflects my weakness, to the troubles in the world I see,
The tears I shed are for the unfinished tasks, of the person I want to be.
But no one could tell and no one could foresee, the person I would become,
The only thing I could predict is that I’m sensitive and not numb.
If only I could make people, dream the dream I dream,
It’s another way to make them, seem what I also seem.
Find, ask, and analyze is what I always do,
And to cry because I’m incapable is really never new.
I gain my inspiration, through what’s happening in this life,
This country and all these nations; fighting hard and battling strife
It has been happening ever since, and it seems that there’s no end.
When would everyone wake up and think about the bad things they need to mend
This is a work of a person, who asks the question why,
This is all the truth in me, what would I get if I lie?
Time will come and would pass by,
But no one would understand the true reason that I cry
When would it happen? When would it be? I hope it’s not when I die.
So I could see the coming truth of my dreams, and the main reason that I cry
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