My heart is torn,
Like its spiked with crown of thorns.
There is always sun amongst rainy days,
And I always hold a smile,
And weep all alone.

There's woe is my heart,
Hurt in my soul,
Discomfort in my spirit,
But yet I weep all alone.

Friends have disappeared,
New ones have appeared
And disappeared.
Lovers lost,
Yet its all good.

Under the sheet I might be a mess,
But the lord aint thru with me yet.
Life is a test,
And yes,I always do my best.
The lord finishes the rest.

Sometimes i cry,
Because everytime I try move forward.
It Seems as moving 5steps backwards.
Sometimes I cry because my heart is torn
But I stay strong
Thou its hard to carry on

Sometimes I cry,
The tears dry,
I lay down,
And close my eyes.

Come tomorrow..........