Wilted By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com I don't want to cry tonight. I've cried too many times. I only want to smile, And pretend that I'm just fine. But already I can feel The burning in my eyes, And I know it won't be long Before I break down and cry; For the heartache's much too real, And the pain is like a thorn, And I know that I will weep, No matter what I've sworn. I feel so much alone In this crowded place, Like my heart's been ripped out, Leaving a cold and barren space. I know the tears are coming, So I will weep alone, My love and faith gone-- Wilted, like a rose. BACK