You never know just when they'll fall,
roll down these pale cheeks out of sight,
they slightly pull my heart into a faster beat,
a neverending creation held inside.
They always come when we don't want them,
send unhealing in our voice,
so when we're yelled at or we're stomped on,
they expect us to make a choice.
Should I show them my true feelings?
Make them feel as bad as me?
Or shall I hide them and then guide them,
held inside is where shall be?
Is it sadness that keeps from healing,
or is it on only what They see?
cause to us it should not matter,
if they see our tear run free.