Why do you cry?

When you see someone cry,
you often wonder why?
but do you want to know the reason
Or do you just go and pass them by.

Not caring why,
the person cried,
the reason could be,
either you or me.

Pondering the question so,
but walking away without wanting to know.
As you still walk, watching the tears flow.
Turn you head away never looking back, thinking about there sorrow no more.