WHY HE CRIED
He would dream sometime of how life could be
Through these eyes of mine if only you could see
He cried for dreams he wished were real
He cried for love and those he loved still
For the time that was lost and never regained
For those that he hurt he cried for their pain
He cried for his God when he died on the cross
For the life of the Son or Daughter he lost
And your arrows that pierced me from both sides
As I stood there unjustly crucified
He cried sometimes for the sake of crying
Many days of his life he cried about dying
Not because of fear but his gift would be gone
If he were to sing it would be his last song
He cried for the past and all these years
Gasping for air treading through tears
Crying for misunderstandings that lead to misjudgement
For when you thought the War was over but it really wasn't
Hoping his rights over shadowed his wrongs
Writing and defining his life in his songs
Deep is his mind strong is his will
With a handful of tears still able to feel
For the world that would cry if they looked inside of me
They'd know who I was and truly who I tried to be
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