It starts with thoughts from the past Sort of like a play with a violent cast You never know how it will begin All you know is you can never win
The actors turn out to be people you know They consistently hurt you when you are low There are put downs and fights to lower your self esteem They become common place and can bring you to your knees
Your body looks for ways to deal with the impending pain It’s one of the only ways you just might remain sane Like a hot kettle with its lid about to blow You have to let the pain out before you explode
First one tear, followed by tears two and three Streaming down your face setting the pain free Pretty soon a flood of tears start to fill your weary eyes Much like the heaviest rain that is going on outside
Let them fall, let them come as much as you can Don’t try to stop them thinking crying isn’t for a man A good long cry can release the pain you feel While at it, there’s a good chance you might begin to heal