My heart is crying without sound As blood wells up in an open wound; "Life is a game," I said, "that I Will play with laughter and head held high. I will keep the ancient rules that none Can laugh at me when the game is done; I will play for love and a little fame --" I played and I have won the game. I have the things that I desired, I am alone and very tired; My heart is crying without sound As blood wells up in an open wound. |