Anastasia Roze - -' Tears -'

many kind of tears there are
of fears near and far
blood, water, and black
blue, joy, and in the back
of ur eyes, heart, and soul
and hope they all fall in a bowl
i am crying tears of pain
they always fall like rain
my heart is always broken
even though i found a shoulder 2 soak it
i wish i didnt feel
so i wouldnt have 2 break the seal
of what i hold within
2 keep away all my sins
hide the signs of pain
when u cry there is no gain
but i dont hide
i cry with pride
the pain inside
is all i can stand
though ur holding my hand
i want it all 2 go away
and go 2 burn and there it stays
i have little hope
im at the end of the rope
thourgh i fly high
still tears i cry

Anastasia Roze

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