• I stood alone- atop the roof of my house
    I saw the shadow of my blouse
    No birds were chirping in my ears
    Then I felt my lonely tears
    Rapidly they came pouring out
    Almost they made me scream and shout
    Begging me to mourn
    As I did lay in my bitter form


    The tears I felt, I been holding back for years
    I was in darkness because of hidden fears
    I was trying to act strong
    But for that maybe I was wrong
    Maybe I should of let them all out
    Is sadness what this is all about?