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
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