Nov. 29, 2011

Cry Out

by Steven Davis (author's profile)



Lord, I'm asking could you see where my pain is
It's somewhere in between love and my fears
But those are things I'd rather not discuss
Because as a child I was always taught that wasn't for us
I was taught a man is to only show his strength
And never show a sign of weakness or give a hint
So cry out I think not
The only drips you're going to see is when the ink of this pen drops
Now I'm not saying men can't cry
I'm just saying I prefer to keep my eyes dry
Now it's a few things that I need to get off my chest
Why can't stop faking tough and give it a rest
Why most bullets meant for someone else hits an innocent person
And the only thought we have of God is to curse him
Why we always choose the wrong friends that cross us
And before they cross us, they tell us they love us
Please God tell me why I hurt so much inside
Now that I learnt how to love and let go of my pride
I refuse to cry out and show you where my pain is hidden
But if you truly understand this poem you'll see I just did!

By: Steven Davis


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