If my eyes show...
tears falling upon my face,
for than you'll see who I really am.
Yes, I am strong...
Yes, I stand-alone...
Though are we ever really alone...
when many stand behind us,
encouraging us to move on.
For if you see my eyes water salty tears...
hurting from things I just cannot explain;
just let me cry.
Be that shoulder I need to lean on,
and say nothing.
Because I wont cry any longer,
knowing, I'm not alone.
When there's someone standing beside me...
encouraging me to move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem