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A MILLION TEARS
A MILLION TEARS
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
The rising of the morning sun, that brings it’s warmth to everyone
Busy people out of bed, confronting problems in their head
Read the paper eat your toast, which news-paper sells the most
Someone killed a star is born, mixed up stories of the dawn
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
Walk to work and see commuters, less well of are on their scooters
This is life we live today, fast track living burn away
I see the postman in his van, looking happy as he can
Workers rushing catching trains, chief execs in fancy planes
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
Homeless people sat in doorways; cash for aid is given in more ways
Older people robbed of pensions, pubs and clubs get more extensions
Lack of jobs and homes and money, lots more bookies not so funny
Fat cat bosses earning wages, golden handshakes in press pages
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
I see the fear on people’s faces, threats of war in different places
New inventions high tech toys, for very clever girls and boys
Vehicle pile ups factories closing, royals and wags are always posing
Is this what life’s all about, or do I need to really shout
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
WRC
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
The rising of the morning sun, that brings it’s warmth to everyone
Busy people out of bed, confronting problems in their head
Read the paper eat your toast, which news-paper sells the most
Someone killed a star is born, mixed up stories of the dawn
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
Walk to work and see commuters, less well of are on their scooters
This is life we live today, fast track living burn away
I see the postman in his van, looking happy as he can
Workers rushing catching trains, chief execs in fancy planes
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
Homeless people sat in doorways; cash for aid is given in more ways
Older people robbed of pensions, pubs and clubs get more extensions
Lack of jobs and homes and money, lots more bookies not so funny
Fat cat bosses earning wages, golden handshakes in press pages
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
I see the fear on people’s faces, threats of war in different places
New inventions high tech toys, for very clever girls and boys
Vehicle pile ups factories closing, royals and wags are always posing
Is this what life’s all about, or do I need to really shout
Nobody knows the times I’ve wept, on the tear soaked pillow wear I slept
No-one dares to ask me why, so many things have made me cry
WRC
Published 5th Oct 2013
| Edited 14th Apr 2015
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Anonymous
5th Oct 2013 3:21pm
Really enjoyed the cadence that stuck fast all through this, WRC. The first line, carried over, opening each set of circumstances... it works. To be so upset over the little things, reads like depression. Nicely done.
5th Oct 2013 6:54pm
