The Uninvited Guest

"The Uninvited Guest"

When you weep, the world weeps too,
A thousand hands reach out for you.
They light their candles, speak your name,
And swear the world won't be the same.

But when I weep, the world is still,
My cries are carried past the hill.
They've seen me suffer for so long,
They've come to think that I am strong.

I do not ask they love you less,
Or turn away from your distress.
I only wonder, now and then,
What must I be, will I matter when?

- Sanitè

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