I once met me a woman, she was wise beyond her years
She told me "If your heart is breaking don't try to hide the tears"
She also told me" You'd have to be a fool
To think you can  be calm and always play it cool"
She said "Tears are the silent language of grief
And to let them flow if I wanted  relief
Tears are the soul's relief valve for grief and sadness
If left unchecked the result is utter madness"
She told she could tell by the lines on my face
That my heart and soul weren't in a joyful place
And that tears were a sign of authenticity
And to stop being a pathetic human casualty
I was totally in shock, she read me like a book
It was as if she had access to my personal scrapbook
She told me for my problem she had the right vaccine
She put her arms around me and whispered"Let the healing begin."