Who wrote a sad song?
Whose feelings so strong
That when put into words
Are as sharp as swords. . .
How do I feel so alone?
How much is known
Every time you inquire
Why it's you I admire. . .
Where are tears found?
Where does rain surround?
From the heart I hear
You, as though you're near. . .
What can I do?
What do you see as true?
Tell me what's in your heart;
Show me the way to start. . .