Why Is It So Easy For Me To Cry

I go to a wedding and shed a tear I cry when children’s eyes are full of fear And when the Star Spangled Banner is sung Or when a funeral church bell is rung. Why is it so easy for me to cry As others look at me, and just stand by? I’m happy, and tough, and try to stand tall And most of the time, I’ll control it all. But there is that soft spot that lies within I try to be strong, not let the tears begin But I don’t think I would change a thing For a soul without tears cannot be caring. I can’t be afraid to let the tears cascade I must realize, that’s just how I am made.