WhoWho am IWho am I to let myself cryWhen doubt rains down from the clouds in the skyWho am I to let these doubts reflect in my eye What What am IWhat am I when I let myself cryAm I a bird, not able to fly past those clouds up so highWhat am I to not have wings able to fly WhenWhen am IWhen am I going to let myself cryWhen the storm becomes a tornado, always nearbyWhen am I going to let the storm rain it’s heavy supply WhereWhere am IWhere am I when I let myself cryWhere some are swimming, but I drown and dieWhere am I after I tell those others goodbye