When we cry,
We shed tears of sadness,
The tears of tortured souls,
Are what create the world.
It's a beautiful thing.

To see a person weep with sadness,
To see the expressions shown,
Could light a room in that dark way.
It's a beautiful thing.

When longing of someones touch,
Someones laughter, someones smile,
Loneliness is what strikes.
It's a tragical thing.

Loneliness tears apart a person,
Little by little,
Longing for something out of reach.
It's a tragical thing.

Sadness is beautiful,
But loneliness is tragical...