I Speak Tears

My tongue is one of english's many offsprings, but the bitterness of life has thought me to speak the language of tears. I learnt a language that accurately express my despairs. When I'm lost for words weeping is my speech. The tales of my pain reveal as I fluently weep. In the proximity of my voice you stood and let your ears consume my pleas-- you heard my cry, but you deny me your sympathy. I built your pyramids and your bridges for free so I cry to you for you owe me charity The good book said knock and it shall be open but I'm still standing behind close door. The tears I speak is the language of the poor. I know the tears i cry will water my smile, and let my cheeks blooms with laughter, for they that sow in tears shall reap in joy and live happily after.