When I was a kid
I'd fall and hurt myself
But I knew how to stop crying
Wipe the tears and shed the blood
Back then
That's how it was
No matter the intensity
Of the fight

These days
It's different
I fall and hurt myself
While there's not a graze to show
Evidence of the pain
No enemy to harm me
There's a cut
In the heart so deep
That I can no longer
Stand up
And wipe the tears
So easily

I thought the sniffling
Strong kid
Who beat up the foes
Was a brave soul
But breaking down is okay
And we were conditioned
To be stoic
Back then

Remember that the next time
You think upon your childhood
At your lowest point
And darkest moment