Crying
Its late
and I'm crying
Not for
what has happened
but for
what could have been.
Broken-hearted and lonely I cry
Wishing
in some way I would die.
Loving
and losing has left a hole
In what I
knew formerly as my soul
Lost in
thoughts and dreams
drops of tears turn to streams
Streams
that cloud my eyes
So I only
see a troubled gray sky
But what
if you came to say
Your love
you would not take away
Would I
be alone in my room
Crying?
