This is based on a dream I had last night. Hope you like it :)

In the middle of the market, at the center of the crowd

I stood there crying my little heart out

It hurt alright, it hurt too bad,

A pain suffered too long, a memory too sad

People walked, immune to the pain

Nobody turned to even look again

Nobody tried to figure why I stood there alone

Was it too much, to want some love?

I cried as I walked, the tears dripping down my face

A sudden outburst to cold bitter days

And out on that street, at the center of another crowd

A different soul crying, screaming so loud

Again the people passed, somehow too deaf and too blind

As I stood there wondering, why that soul had cried

My eyes saw those tears, those eyes saw mine

And somehow we knew, everything would be fine

For as people went, content in being alone

Some people make you realize, you aren't alone

And though the pain grew no less, a realization came

That on the outside we may all look different,

But deep inside, our suffering is the same.

There is a reason why stares turn cold

and eyes aflame lose their fire

I believe this to be sad because it is no longer warm

and there is light no more.

Fire dies when it has no reason to burn,

It dies when the wind is too strong.

Rains, thunder, or no oil,

The fire turns to ashes and mixes with the soil.

My fire died too,

because I knew how much you loved the dark

and how you liked being cold inside and out.