Never once have I thought tears were a sign of weakness,
Not once were they shameful or something to be kept secret
Maybe hidden away from the world, but there’s no reason
To think drops of soul are anything less than pure emotions
A sign of strength, against the current in this world-ocean
Because the truth is tears fall straight, full of motion
Full of life, death, love, hate, happiness, sadness, choosing it’s direction
And following it to the end, a splash of resistance
To oppose all this world would impose on their source of creation
To express with their best the deepest feelings, now released with them

Happiness in the face of despair
Sorrow and pain amidst new breaths of air
For all to witness, everything laid bare
On the surface of a teardrop, everything is shared.
Like an army marching forward, a little soldier
Falls down your cheek going to war
My hand I may place in it’s path, skin so tender
And erase it myself, forgive me if I interfere
But no weakness or shame, just being real here.
It’s ok to cry, don’t hold in the tears.


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