Tears
Each day we live it, seems, ah well it seems
We are glad to be alive.
But there are tears;
Tears for my native land,
Tears for innocent youth,
Tears for 14 year old mothers,
Tears for 15 year old fathers,
Tears for youths in prison who will spend
The rest of their lives there.
Yes there are tears, And why?
Life is slipping by and the future of
Our surrounding youth
It is not a balm, but a bust.
There are tears
I hear whispers, Not gossip.
But whispers
From here I will not tell;
But I hear whispers
And there are tears.
For me I know not why the tears come,
My time for stubble youth is past .
The path I took
Has brought a measure of success
So why are there tears?
Perhaps you can explain to me the tears,
For I cannot fathom why.
Each day we live it, seems, ah well it seems
We are glad to be alive.
But there are tears;
Tears for my native land,
Tears for innocent youth,
Tears for 14 year old mothers,
Tears for 15 year old fathers,
Tears for youths in prison who will spend
The rest of their lives there.
Yes there are tears, And why?
Life is slipping by and the future of
Our surrounding youth
It is not a balm, but a bust.
There are tears
I hear whispers, Not gossip.
But whispers
From here I will not tell;
But I hear whispers
And there are tears.
For me I know not why the tears come,
My time for stubble youth is past .
The path I took
Has brought a measure of success
So why are there tears?
Perhaps you can explain to me the tears,
For I cannot fathom why.
