Cry and Cry dear heart, tears make you Strong...

A little here and a little there,

I left piece of my heart everywhere I walked,

while admiring a soul or opening doors that were locked,

I walked in the rooms which were torn apart.

With withered spirits and worn up paint,

with the walls so silent as if their talks had to faint…

away to the crossroads, making deals with the devil,

bringing back the dead to life, giving my soul at will.

But at what cost? I wondered… what price to be paid…?

For me not to go, and have them stayed

So yes, dear heart, cry and cry away…

tears make you strong they say, it is your part in the play…

“Accept all and expect nothing.”

... is what’s told but is it soothing?

When my words bring comfort and look for the same,

I knocked at the doors which returned the call with pain.

“When you give away your smiles and love for the hearts that are cold,

you’re left with no ground under and, nothing firm to hold.

It’s funny that we all want some light to share in the dark when lost,

but we love turning the same fire into a tornado caught in a holocaust.

And they did indeed but it was too late to pull back,

The fate I chose was doomed to suffer,

And no one came looking for you, dear heart, as the path grew rougher…

So cry and cry again, dear heart, you were fate to doom,

tears make you strong as they say, it’s your destiny to wither; before you bloom.

Be careful, tread cautiously, that no one tells you,

Oh dear heart! I feel you; I do when I buy you in the market of so many like you…

His eyes and name kept changing over years, but your story remained the same,

I wish you could break this cycle rather than driving yourself insane.

“You give way too much, think too much, feel too much!” – oh poor heart!

I wish if they could tell you any differently before shooting any of those darts.

You are torn, scarred, trampled and shattered to pieces, I know,

I was there to gather and put them back, it took me a very long time to sew.

But this obsession of yours finding the one, keeps you stuck in this loop,

desire of love and being loved, needs not bending in love, this low, don’t stoop.

So go on cry and cry, dear heart, just cry, for time and time again, till broken.

Tears make you strong he told while leaving you; so cry till unbroken.