The morning is spoilt
If you welcome it with tears
But worse if it passes
With your uncalmed fears
Better spoil the morning
Than ruin the day
Cry out not bottle it up
Time passes away.
Better take it out early
And later skillfully hide
Weaknesses, frustrations, crosses
Under a mask of pride
Better weep it once, right then
Weeping loud and long
Better than concealing teas
Appearing to be strong.
Let morning be misty
And with tear drops wet
Then do not remember
But certainly do not forget.