Sokha

When my heart can beat no more I hope I die for a principle or a belief that i had lived for I will die before my time Because i feel the shadow's depth so much i wanted 2 accomplish before i reached my death I have come to grips with the possibilty and wiped the last tear from my eyes i loved all who were positive In the event of my demise Sometime when i'm alone I cry cause i am on my own the tears i cry are bitter and warm they flow with life but take no form i cry because my heart is torn i find it difficult to carry on If i had an ear to confiding, i would cry among my treasured friend but who do you know that stops that long to help to another carry on the world moves fast and it would rather pass by then to stop and see what makes one cry so painful and sad and sometime i cry and no one cares about why