The tears run down this face, my face that cries,

An expression of sadness, although pain, or loneliness.

When it is that this soul does cry then he searches to hide,

I’ve been seen before when i cry not worrying what is thought.

The filled up tears that rest deep inside i let flow freely you see,

At times such an act to be a hard hearted man, who will understand.

When i cry the strength inside does not die, feelings are alive,

This does not make from a man a baby, only much to set free from the mind.

When i cry i cry, simple emotions from a human side,

Tears from my eyes, when i cry i live on inside.

Keith Garrett