***Dry are the tears
that are never shed,
Rolling down in silence
along the golden thread.
They are the warriors
whose stories are never told,
Born amidst the torments
with nothing to hold.
Fighting constantly to hold the mask
and never to reveal,
The battle to defeat the pain
and conquer Achilles' heel.
The cries of the heart are masked
by the eyes that run dry,
Smiling through the emptiness,
letting only a bit of honesty to pass by.***
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
***Dry are the tears
that are never shed,
Rolling down in silence
along the golden thread.
They are the warriors
whose stories are never told,
Born amidst the torments
with nothing to hold.
Fighting constantly to hold the mask
and never to reveal,
The battle to defeat the pain
and conquer Achilles' heel.
The cries of the heart are masked
by the eyes that run dry,
Smiling through the emptiness,
letting only a bit of honesty to pass by.***
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