I used to be the kind That locked it all inside, No matter how much it hurt, Not a single tear I cried, I thought if a tear Were to slide down my cheek, It would only say Of how I was weak. So I went on Until those Tears unshed, Could no longer be held, I quickly fled, Into the peace Of the whispering pines, As the tears chased Down in a line. And I hated myself, Why should I cry? I must be weak, So wipe them dry! Until one day I discovered a secret, It meant I was stronger, Not the weakest, Strong enough To let things go, Strong enough The pain to know, So don’t bottle Your emotions, Holding back Those tearful oceans, Let them go And you’ll discover, As they leave, they’ll Bring back color, Just let those tears flow, They water your soul, Restoring your wilted stem To bloom once again!