The pavement is cracked beneath my feet.
Could it be from the weight of my troubles?
My soul lies heavy alongside my heart.
Shall I play the old games I used to play?
I must not step on the crack; I cannot
For if I do, would I break mother's back?
Do I even know where I am going?
My whole life has been shattered--and broken--
The rain falls softly down in front of me.
Or is it tears--as the pain within me grows?
Now I have come to realize that
I am, and always will be, alone.
Who can tell me the difference between
My own tears and the soft rain? Not I.
