I Cry

I cry real tears of sadness, when I hear a child has died,

When children disrespects their parent because they lied,

Sometimes at life I fail, but the Lord knows I've tried

I cried

I cry real tears because of this insanity,

Being committed against humanity,

And I ask myself, how could this be,

That the man in me shed so many tears that you can't see.

I cry real tears,

Of so many fears,

Of things that are far and things that are near,

Of which you might not understand my tears,

I cry.

For when a woman see a man cry, she knows he human,

And not a fake, but a real true man,

For when he cries, it shows not weakness, but that he has emotions.

And I ask myself how could this be,

That the man in me, shed so many tears that you can't see,

But I do.

But I also cry tears of joy, knowing that I can confide,

Feeling joy and happiness deep inside,

When I shout I love the Lord, my tears of joy I cannot hide,

I cried.

I cry tears of joy when I think of the goodness of others,

Of how we love our father's and our mother's,

And the love and respect for our sister's and our brother's

And its Okay.

For its a real man who can show in his heart he cares,

And has the ability to show love and share's,

Sometimes this unjust world I cannot bare,

With so much hatred and violence everywhere.

And I find myself asking how could this be,

That the man in me shed so many tears that you can't see,

But I do.

But when I cry, my manhood you want to question me,

But when Jesus wept, would you question He,

Who was crucified and died for you and me,

And it he hadn't, then where would we be,

But free,

And for my salvation, tears of joy I cry.

Miguel “A Poetic State of Mind” Keaton