He writes songs to cry out
He allows his tears to flow his lyrics
For time he's been holding in a river of tears
As a man, he shouldn't be weak because
Weakness is feminine
Weakness is threatening
Weak is a man that cries!
A weak man he would be labelled...
Silencing the cacophony of judgements,
He sat down in his room and attempted to write,
His hands started shivering
His fear was a crisis happening
Little did he know, he was fighting tears from flowing!
Teardrops expressing his sadness of this world
Teardrops grasping onto his pupils fearing ridicule!
He wrote persistently
But his rhyme turned soft
And his hands were lost
Lost in translation of a pool of teary words and torn paper
It was beyond him at this point
He shed out his tears
And cried out a lifelong of tears
They will never know, he comforted himself
They will never know the pain, he confided in himself
But as the saying goes,
His actions spoke louder than his words!
He let that song cry.