Cry

A crusty shell bereft of hope A skeleton of trouble A knotted gnarled and twisted rope A smouldering pile of rubble Cry, as if you mean it Cry, to make them feel it Try, to look much younger To see the world of wonder Too many nights, so many tears A never ending hunger A broken heart a shattered soul A spirit going under Cry as if you mean it Cry to make them feel it Try to look much younger To see the world of wonder How many others Have followed in your wake How many lovers do you need To change your empty state Cry as if you mean it Cry to make them feel it Try and feel much younger And see a world of wonder