Although I cry, I am not sad
Tis merely rain falling
From a twisted tormented tempest

Although I laugh, I am not happy
Tis merely the sound
Of fate's endless humor

Although I try, I fail to succeed
Life is a chaos of questions
With the answers unseen

Although I live, my heart doesn't beat
Tis merel the sound
Of the bird's rat-ti-tat-tat

Although I sing, my voice makes not a whisper
Tis merely the wind
Singing to nature

Although I speak, I do not say
But my tears are uttering
The words dark as night