• Sometimes when I'm alone I cry,
    cause I am on my own.
    The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
    They flow with life, but take no form.
    I cry because my heart is torn.
    I find it difficult to carry on.
    If I had an ear to confiding,
    I would cry among my treasure friend,
    but who do you know that stops that long,
    to help another carry on?
    The world moves fast
    and it would rather pass by.
    Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
    so painful and sad
    and sometimes...
    I cry
    and no one cares about why.

    R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur