I wish I could cry As children do So hard About so little. The ball rolled Under the chair Out of sight For the moment. Tears! The end of the world! I wish I could cry as children do So hard, about so little. Never again will I dream some dreams. They're gone, more gone Than the ball under the chair And not a tear Can I shed For the dreams That are dead. I wish I could cry As children do So much for so little. I should like to weep For the ties that were broken For the faith that was hurt For the promise unkept. Let the tears stream down For the years gone by For the things undone The words unsaid For the years to come That will be unseen Unfelt Unlived For I shall be dead and gone by then. I feel a tear Coming near To the well That's my eye Pulled out of my soul's need to weep. I know now that I can cry But so little for so much!