Who will care? Who will cry?

Troubled thoughts, Sleepless nights,

Too many wrongs and not enough rights,

Faceless things, visions appear,

Sometimes distant, sometimes near,

Words spoken tossed around inside your head,

Voices from the living voices from the dead,

Demons, they visit you they laugh out loud,

Disappear again into the growing crowd,

Quickly they gather chanting and beating a drum,

Calling, begging, and pleading with you to come,

Join them, now well before your time,

Close your eyes, you will be just fine,

Who will care? Who will cry?

Will the question be asked? Will they wonder why?

Only you can decide whether to listen to the voice!

They will have to cope; they are given no choice,

Johnsbucket