When I cry, I cry like you.
Like the cry of cry I seep like dew
The morning sun dries my tears
No trumpets sound, nobody cheers.When I cry, I cry with you
A man-like boy with mother’s rue
No man replace, no outward cost
A man child hiding, a pinpoint lost

If I go or if I stay.
Tomorrow’s just another day
The sun still rises, the people meet
Same old talk, same old street.

When I die, I die for you
For when I go If I were true
I must take you with me too

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Credits: poem ©  justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto