Cry for these people who,
\nIn all of their confusion
\nAnd turmoil, agony and pain,
\nSit, lonely, on a rock.
\nWhat a thought filled rock.
\nHundred year old dreams.
\nNinety-thousand schemes.
\nWhy do you cry,
\nLittle girl?
\nWould you like some candy,
\nLittle girl?
\nMommy wouldn’t mind,
\nLittle girl.
\nRun!
\n Run!
\n Run!
\nDon’t look back.
\nThe cars and busses and
\ntrains and planes
\nAre rushing by.
\nWhy do you cry?
\nPut him in the rubber room.
\nCan you see a purple frog?
\nSmog!
\n Smog!
\n Smog!
\nFilth and grime.
\nAre we all mimes?
\nPainted smiles.
\nPainted tears.
\nCover all your emotion, man!
\nLive behind your disguise.
\nBut I can see your eyes
\nAnd hear your cries.
\nFlies buzz and fly.
\nOh my!
\nWhat confusion.
\nLook around.
\nWhat is found?
\nYou are Alone!
\n Alone!
\n Alone!<\/p>\n
-Cheryl!
\nAge 27<\/p>\n\n\n
Cry for these people who, In all of their confusion And turmoil, agony and pain, Sit, lonely, on a rock. What a thought filled rock. Hundred year old dreams. Ninety-thousand schemes. Why do you cry, Little girl? Would you like … <\/p>\n