In the valley of tears
No one listens, no one hears
No one ventures, no one dares
No one never comes for no one cares
Alone in the valley I travel
As my thoughts fall and unravel
My tears tell stories of mistrust
They will always stain the dust
Long ago I entered this valley alone
Then it became my home
And as I stand here and stare
I am joined by the millions there
The valley is always barren and dry
No matter how many tears we cry
You will be a victim for countless years
A prisoner trapped in the valley of tears
No one listens, no one hears
No one ventures, no one dares
No one never comes for no one cares
Alone in the valley I travel
As my thoughts fall and unravel
My tears tell stories of mistrust
They will always stain the dust
Long ago I entered this valley alone
Then it became my home
And as I stand here and stare
I am joined by the millions there
The valley is always barren and dry
No matter how many tears we cry
You will be a victim for countless years
A prisoner trapped in the valley of tears
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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