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