What‘s the use of crying,
When the world is unmoved by a tear?
Each spirit is dying,
But it isn’t a cause of fear!
Hard, stoned, unmoved people,
Walking about; stepping up to the tune of cheer;
While the silent- stay weeping,
In their hands a cold chilled beer.
Drowning their sorrows, their worries;
Thinking of those who are dear;
Contemplating how next to proceed,
Their life is just filled with fear;
But what‘s the use of crying,
When the world is unmoved by a tear?
Each spirit is dying,
But it isn’t a cause of fear!
-
Fiona Pires
