In the darkest of nights,
I've wept alone,
both at present,
and past bygone..
Never in fear,
or regret,
or memories sour,
to forget..
But still those tears,
I of ten shed..
The fire inside,
with tears I fed..
"He ain't a man,
he who cries.."
says the world,
the liar Lies..
A true man is,
I believe,
who after death,
does again live..
Who after a cry
wipes his tears..
Who to cry
holds no fears..
Who wipes his tears
and other's too..
And thus I'm one,
I say to you..
-joker-
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