There’s no shoulder for sobbing on...To flush out from aching eyes
No one knows of her;
Filled with tears, behold
Why don’t you look through
The vantage point.
Everything around us
Dear, uphold your tears high,
And don’t spill your tears for a blue.
There’s no shoulder for sobbing on
To flush out from aching eyes
Intimate hand that will listen to the inner echo.
And mettle up to be more upright and feisty.