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by Lehlohonolo Mokhema, August 15, 2013

Cry! Cry! Cry!

It has been too long without crying; now my pen cries for me.

Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry oh men when you are hurting.
Cry oh men and just let it go.
When the circumstances of the heart are paining, won't you just let it flow?
When the face no matter what you try, won't glow
Will you for your own sake, for heaven's sake, don't fake, just Cry! Cry! Cry! Until you shake1

Ancient men were known for toughness
Are we also going to be oppressed by this false roughness, depressed by this arrogance?

I choose not, I urge you all to cry when she leaves.
You know you were right, but in her eyes you were wrong she believes.

Don't be tough, just cry when they promise but they lie, they betray, can't look you in the eye

Cry oh men when those close to you depart, when it's time for bye-bye, say bye to that fake smile just for a while, for that time

Yes, it's fine.
Pain cure so divine
It unites those feelings that pain divides
It's fine. Cry! Cry! Cry!
For tomorrow the sun shall shine, it will be nice, there will be wine, we shall dine, we shall dance for the chance of a second chance

For we shall see change because we cried, cried and cried until eyes were blood red
We cried tears that wet our beds, for oh noble men, we were hurt by the ones that we wed

Will you cry for her sins, for your sins
Cry, leave your bag of burdens in God's bin, on His shoulder will you lean?

And cry for the world, don't be bold
Cry even if you are old as famine, poverty and sickness in the world unfolds
Cry men at our history, stories of the struggle those told and those haunting stories that will never be told

Cry oh men when you rejoice, when you've struck gold, summer is no longer cold
Cry for the secret of happiness in your hands you hold!

Yes man Cry! Cry! Cry! For broken love, shattered dreams, battered hopes and hearts, wasted time and efforts

Your ex who once thought you were a hero now treats you like a zero
The one you worshipped now departed, warm feelings turned into hatred, betrayal of a symbol so sacred, you still love them it's no secret, you sacrificed all for them: should you regret it?

You wonder, then you sit and Cry! Cry! Cry!
For when dream are broken like glass into a billion splinters, how do you pick them up?
Run as far and fast but then you are not a sprinter. STOP! Cry!

Don't give up, it's a matter of only a few paces.
Move on, don't try to follow those illusional footstep traces.
You know people are talking. It's written all over their faces.

Love is gone. Life is a ball.
It's rolled on to your wrong foot. Say cheers for good to a curse you thought was a blessing.
Tomorrow you will be heard from a thousand miles cheering.

For today just Cry! Cry! Cry!

Written: November 2003
Tags: Life

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