Is there anyone there?
Do they really care?
Or am I alone?
Do they hear me when I cry
And then decide to pass on by?
Can anyone tell me in truth
That they care?
When I need them most
Will they be there?
Oh where is that shoulder to weep on?
Where is that comforting hand?
When all I have to dwell on,
Is this bitter, harsh, cold land.
Please tell me that someone is out there,
Please tell me that I'm not alone,
For the bitterest of things is,
Tears shed on stone.
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