Why I Cry
I brush my hand below my eye
A tear slips past as I begin to cry.
A flood of emotion runs down my face.
I had no time myself to brace.
Is life just a constant rush of pain?
That pelts you over and over like rain?
Is this ever going to stop?
My world is spinning like a top.
DO we end where we begin?
Is this a game we can win?
Uncertainty fills my mind
As I try to remain kind.
Slowly this seed of depression grows
As my hope slows.
the time to run is neigh
And this is why I cry.
I brush my hand below my eye
A tear slips past as I begin to cry.
A flood of emotion runs down my face.
I had no time myself to brace.
Is life just a constant rush of pain?
That pelts you over and over like rain?
Is this ever going to stop?
My world is spinning like a top.
DO we end where we begin?
Is this a game we can win?
Uncertainty fills my mind
As I try to remain kind.
Slowly this seed of depression grows
As my hope slows.
the time to run is neigh
And this is why I cry.
