I heard a Worm cry today
 
I don't know
 
Beneath my solid window sane
 
In undulating moans of pain
 
With no possible benefit of gain
 
I don't know
 
'They' say worms don't cry
 
I don't know
 
I wonder why
 
IF worms don't cry
 
How I heard the wail
 
Riding on the winded gale

 
I don't know
 
I could have been mistaken
 
I don't know
 
I suppose I could be faking
 
I don't know
 
My mind has been more blurred
 
Stranger things have occurred
 
I don't know
 
A clear sad pitch of such disturbing shrill
 
I don't know
 
Did he die or did he kill
 
I don't know
 
An unmistakable sound of resolve
 
Who else did the little one involve
 
Caught up in his unrequited dissolve
 
I don't know
 
In all the world was it he
 
I don't know
 
Who made a sound I could not see
 
I don't know
 
Had I been blind
 
I would know
 
More words to say of  how it feels
 
Groping in a world of spinning wheels
 
A valiant attempt to conceal
 
I don't know
 
How sacred is their plight
 
I don't know
 
In the middle of the night
 
I don't know
 
When all others close their eyes
 
As a means to disguise
 
The futile need to be wise
 
I don't know
 
I heard a worm cry today
 
The earth shook below the ground
 
For all the reasons that won't be found
 
He moved the universe round and round
 
I don't know
 
I heard a worm cry today