I cry for strangers when they loose their family I cry when I see then hurting I wish I could comfort them I wish I could share their pain If only it would make it a little better But time passes and I forget I forget I cried I forget feeling helpless The feeling of giving comfort is no more Then does my tears count? Were they really real? Or was it just the pain of the moment? The dead have died Lost and comfortable moving on The living still miss them But so long after, it does not matter to me Does my tears still count?