No More Tears
I try, not to cry,
with no hope grounded till they fly
in the sky until I realize that death is right around the corner of my blind eye
and I wonder what it is that can make a grown man cry
So I let go of my tears through my unknown lost youthful years
through alcoholic beers that seem to help me brave past my fears
which are ever present that they right next to near
until I drive my cards right with a left steer past every single last peer
until I strive past my past with No More Tears
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