I've talked to hundreds through the years
I've seen the joy and felt the tears
I sit alone within a crowd,
And watch the people cry out loud
I wonder why no one hears,
And why the laughter hides the tears.
For people have a common need,
That lies beneath the well-groomed greed.
We're all afraid to let it show,
For if we do we all will know,
That deep inside we're all the same,
We have the hope, we feel the pain
So next time you're feeling low,
And you believe that no one knows,
Remember me, out in a crowd,
I hear the people cry out loud.
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