Your sadness griefs tears and woes,
Are priceless and precious!
They irritate to amuse!
And you as a silent recluse,
Can't hold it anymore!
Tears are not enough!
Crying won't help either!
And you wonder what to do,
And a merchant would come to you,
And ask you to sing!
With your own words and tune!
And you sing out your sadness,
With a tune rocking with anger,
With words that would rattle and scathe!
As the merchant puts you on a stage!
Millions have come to see and hear!
Your songs of...