A Cry Through Time
When I cried out for the first time,
Warm arms carried me home with a loving family to greet me,
But when I cried again I cried for a friend to return,
She left by pulling the trigger not knowing what true love was,
And now I cried out to help out a friend,
Her father left her for what he thought was better,
But now she stands on her own feet saying she is better,
And as a high point was reached a low point was opened,
Now from hell I cry to the heavens,
So an angel can carry me away,
Away from hell and away from fear,
Because fear and emotion are what make a person cry out through time.