I CAN CRY
Working hard is what I do, bruises and cuts are many too,
I know I’m strong but the pain is inside, so I can cry.
There lives in me the will to survive, I’ve walked fifty miles.
When my journey was done with god at my side, I can cry,
I can throw a football, hike up through the hills and fall,
I can run through a fire, defend my girl, I can cry.
I can cry when the world is at war,
I can be strong and I can cry some more.
When you lose a loved one or this world takes from you,
It is that I will cry, I am a man and any man can cry too.
To know that I can take care of everything I need in life,
When it’s time then I know it’s alright and that I can cry.
Keith Garrett
This is beautiful 🙂
Nicely written!
Thanks for reading
On Tue, Sep 26, 2017 at 10:20 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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It was pleasure reading it!
Beautiful and honest!
Love the sense of declaration and invitation. There is power in vulnerability.
My heart ❤. Sweet words. Thank you for sharing.