All His Children Cry

Why can't I cry?

Why can't I free my spirit of this salty stream flowing through me?

I can only see what is in front of me

And it's only real if it's tangible

So I don't feel

I believe...

I have no emotion

Cold like ice, but I believe in the King.

I professed my faith started over with a new slate...

But perhaps it's too late...

Maybe my heart has buried itself so deep in my chest that it has drowned in my internal stream...

So now it has fogged up my dreams and stopped my tears from flowing

I can't cry so I don't feel pain my heart is so numb I live in the rain

Beauty is not in the eye of this beholder it belongs to the public to validate!

I can only see what is in front of me

And it's only real if it's tangible

So I don't feel

I believe...

I believe in whispers not screams

I believe in pennies not dollars

I believe in the poor not the rich

I believe in my enemies not my allies

I believe in failure not success

Yet I know there is a King.

I gave him my life, my mind, my voice and my body

So many times I borrowed my gifts than gave it back unwrapped

And I am in pain mentally and spiritual torn between two parallel worlds

Straddling the fence when I really want to be souled out

I have doubt when I really want to be sure

I want to cry but my eyes are sore

My soul is torn

My body is out of experience

But I'm fighting to be free

I can only see what is in front of me

And it's only real if it's tangible

So I don't feel

I believe...

I am crying although you will never see