The Man Without, a Child Within

I want to cry sometimes Because the world has grown cold No amount of sunshine dispatches the growth of shade The tears of mine eyes won’t even touch the pain. Outside mouths gift expensive lies Selling young when so old I attend to the truth of my mind Chaining up my mouth so emotions won’t escape. I’ve stood so close to the threshold of insanity Drawn to be a fool because circles are born verbally All I want to do is love unconditionally Yet I just keep finding myself in the arms of mine own misery I need to cry sometimes Because I can’t seem to wake my soul It’s not that I don’t try I feel my morals have gotten so old I don’t think I have much time to undress my brain I try not to speak falsely Quietly my tongue folds Holding onto the hurt that’s from the past and it refuses to denounce its reign Should I close my eyes Only to watch my dreams deflate Darkness is before the Dawn I pray the sun will rise again So I will cry It makes me not less a man Yet the child trapped inside Is still afraid of the rain