A cry for help

tears fall harder
than the words
you threw at me
i know i have a strong mind
but that doesn't mean
i'm set free

my teacher, preacher
won't you come to fight?
won't you come and save me?
and come into the night?
a cry for help
is needed here
building my hopes up
just to make my mind clear

holding hands with a stranger
and not that dreamy guy
break's me more inside
i feel i must say goodbye
promises are promises
that must be well kept
shattered hopes and dreams
like the glass that was swept

someday, my love
we'll meet in the stars
keep ourselves waiting
amungst those hungry hearts
love is but a virtue
we are fed it well
even though my love for you
is something i kept and couldn't tell

so long my preacher man
i hope we meet again
i'll always be thinking of you
to end my lonely pain
a cry for help is no longer needed
now i know where i stand
alone but not forgotten
upon this desolate land.