Growing Pains

"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Tears- real friends

Though grief your heart does tear
Smiling your pain you must bear
Your friends are tears and only tears
Drops which fall to allay your fears.
People urn away when you come
When you try to cry, you are stricken dumb
After all society has some rules
Which all of us follow like blind fools.
No you can't openly speak out
Conventions you cannot lout
So cry till your heart is sore
Cry till you can cry no more.
Because tears and only tears
Will lighten he load of your fears
But never to anyone open your heart
For they cannot take your part.
At your fears they will only laugh
All your tension hey will chaff
Making the freshets of grief pour like a wave
No one is your friend- yourself save.
And your tears, only your tears
Which will relieve your tensions and fears.
So when all the world's a stone
And when you are all alone
Cry, cry cry all your pain away
Cry till the break of day
Before others you must pu on an act
That you are happy must seem a fact
Cry alone let others never know
How your heart is full of woe.