Just wrote this... A young boy is born onto a world, Where he will never know his father, He will be fed on milk and love, The house will be guarded by his mother. But he wont forget, His father left. So he needs to be strong. Hell try his best to share the load, But his mood will flip between the seasons. So hell move around from heart to heart, The shorter the love, The less the feeling. Cause hes terrified, Of the tide inside. So he needs to be strong. I dont need therapy, I need to learn to cry. The young boy will grow into a man, Who carries the world upon his shoulders, But as he observes the pain around. He knows he cant profess to suffer. So wont he admit, Hes suffering, Cause he needs to be strong. I dont need therapy, I need to learn to cry. I dont need therapy, I need to learn to open the gates, Remove the border, Embrace the flood, And let the water, Sweep me away, And feel the pain. So I can begin to deal with all the things Ive been keeping down, That Ive been keeping down. Sometimes it takes a stronger man to say that Im not alright. And I dont need therapy, I need to learn to cry. Cause its building up inside, Slowly drowning me alive. But I dont need therapy, I need to learn to cry.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 17:39:46 +0000
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