Crying

Sitting in a train
Watching cement go by
Watching my life in the clouds
And hope in the sun

I'll find my music in those distant trees
And cry with the birds
Tears of rain
Indifferently
Washed away

And I'm looking and searching
But can't find a place in so many;
I'm lost in this maze
But don't help me;
Summer is here
But it's not warm in their eyes

Will I grow tired
Of looking for the remains of
Shattered hearts and lost souls?

I'll cry with the birds
Because they can hear me
Yes, I'll cry with the birds
Because they can hear me cry

Hear me, birds!
I know you can hear me
I’ll cry with the birds
And they will cry with me too.