Perhaps as one stands alone in darkness, they feel no one can understand them.
Cold and alone watching the moon rise in the night, watching the stars race across the ebony sky.
Knowing passion is out there, and missing it all the while, feel despair and desire together merging into one.
One cloud unto you and it rains, as your tears fall...who would care...who would hear your call?
Shall you forever feel the despair of your tears, as they run down your face?
Alone I shall sit, not knowing who will hear my song and feel my tears as they fall...
