I cry, I weep, I wring my hands
But you don't hear, can't understand
I rant, I rave, I sigh, I moan
I'm all alone and turned to stone.

Behind my mask I'll stay well hidden
And do what others want of me
Be self assured, earn my degree
And finally please society.

And you just sit there in your chair
As God upon His throne
But you can never take me back
You'll never take me home.

You dictate I accept it
I bow to your command
It's not your fault that now
I'm just a stranger in strange land.

I don't know what to make of it
Perhaps you'll tell me why
Why everytime I look at you
It makes me want to cry.

How could you so betray me
Just turn your back and go
I love you, yet I hate you
For I still need you so.

I will not fight you anymore
I've given up, you've won
Your worn out, played out memory
No longer will be sung.

And now the music's finally stopped
And with it so have I
You'll never see my face again
You'll never hear me cry.

If you sit there in your chair all day
You'll never hear me cry.


by June m. Roldan
3/5/77

10/25/2009

Posted on 10/25/2009
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