Has your heart been crushed by words

cruelly spoken, harshly said?

as they slowed your heart to beating,

Not as the living, but as the dead?

   Have you ever felt like weeping

through your false but friendly smile?

when the water felt like rushing

with the swiftness of the Nile?

   Then you can hold i no longer

as the pain begins to burn;

and Mr. Teardrop comes with a trickle and a turn.

   But quickly you must wipe it away;

for you know what the others might say:

“Look! she’s crying, Look she’s sad.”

   I just don’t understant it. Is crying bad?

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