I Cried

I cried.
I don’t know if it was out of fear or joy.
I cried,
Either tears of pain or tears of just a boy.
I cried.
My heart seemed to be being cleaned up by my tears.
I cried
And I got rid of the dirt from all those years.

Sometimes when you’ve got all the pain locked inside your heart,
All those times that you feel your life’s falling apart,
Open your heart and let go of all the misery.
Cry your tears and let your soul release the load for free.

My tears.
They seem to come from my heart rather than my eyes.
My tears.
They came and greeted me out of full surprise.
My tears.
They blurred my vision but managed to ease the pain.
My tears.
They wet my face, so that I could clean it plain.

Sometimes when you’ve got all the pain locked inside your heart,
All those times that you feel your life’s falling apart,
Open your heart and let go of all the misery.
Cry your tears and let your soul release the load for free.

They’ve dried.
They only remain as a mere memory.
They’ve dried.
But I still don’t know why they came from within me.
They’ve dried.
They came and they went, but will never be neglected.
They’ve dried.
And they will return again, totally unexpected…

15th September 2003