What a thought it is
That we hide our faces when we cry
Shouldn’t be ashamed
Shouldn’t be hesitant
Certainly shouldn’t be shy
If we opened up
Just a bit
And let that pain ring true
Less to him,
To her,
To me,
The hurtful things that others would do
So cry one tear, if none at all
Let others see your pain
It may seem like too much
Or seem like a bust
But others must see this rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good morning to you Poet Summer. I enjoyed your delightful poem. Loyd