Sing a song
she told me softly,
stroking my hair
and wiping my tears,
Sing a song
Of love and happiness-
It always helps
to sing, she said.
I tried to sing.
I really did.
But all that I could do
Was cry.
I cried for love
I cried for hate
I cried for joy
I cried for pain.
But my friend
She said, so sweetly,
Crying just wont help
- at all
Crying does no GOOD
Oh? I said,
Well neither does
A song.
I cried on,
I could not stop.
She sang - to help
the tears.
We neither of us
Changed a thing
Or helped
A single life.
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