Written by: Elizabeth Skiba

No one hears my cry
No one hears my weep
No one is there for me 
When I go to sleep

No one holds my hand
No one wipes my tears
No one cares for me 
For so many years

Mother told me once
To God I should pray
And his every word
Quietly obey

Will God hear my weep?
Will God hear my cry?
Does he see my pain? 
From the big blue sky?

It is hard o God
It is hard you know
But I pray to you 
Every night and more...