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Sometimes when I am alone, I cry, Though not a soul knows why. As the world

moves spryly by, Tears move tediously through my eye. I cry about life, I cry about

death, I don't know what is right, And I don't know what is left. This makes it hard to

carry on, Because my soul is gone, What can one do? There is no Samaritan to

help this Jew. The world would rather walk on the other side, Than understand

what makes me cry. Because if they knew what made me cry, They would weep

by my side. The tears roll down my cheek, The taste of salt bitter on my lips, Just

as the taste of the world leaves me weak, My tears leave me battered as if from

whips. The whips of pain, The whips I can not contain. I cry, But no one knows

why. I fight through my tears. The same way I fight my fears. Because the World

does not care, I continue the journey I can not bare. I cry during my life here, But

death I do not fear. Because with death all my fears and tears Will astray, As I will

enjoy tranquility in heaven on this day. And when the sun seizes to splash upon

the clouds, A new perspective I have vowed. I cry, And now thou knows why.