The Right to Weep
Crying is not a crime
When I was a child, I was told
Don't let tears fall from your eyes
When I become an adult,
I'd stand in front of the mirror saying,
"I won't regret, not even once"
In life's confined, we endlessly stray,
On the line of being, we're here to sway.
Masked through the nights, in weary days,
We cry in silence, our strength fades away.
Tears forgotten, when the heart's in strife,
Regret's a shadow, yet we struggle in life.
Pressure's tight grip, it wears us thin,
Breath becomes a task, a heavy din.
Defenses down, we slowly concede,
Regrets and tears, we let them proceed.
It's not a crime, to let it all go,
In strength, we find, a place for woe.
For even the strong, the right to tire,
Behind the smile, a broken heart's dire.
Why bear the weight, when we can share,
The cleansing rain, the tears we wear.
About the Creator
William Hechelangelo
Hello everyone, I'm William Hechelangelo. My music is the wings of dreams and the echo of challenges. Join me to find strength in the melody and feel the passion of life. Click play and let music become our common language.
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Heard a bit of the song - sounds good!