We have all been there, we have all felt fear
We can help ourselves by releasing through a tear
But it has happened before don't even deny
What if the little girl can't cry?
Tears can help with the pain we feel
But sometimes it's not enough it's not real
We need something more to distract, to fade
And we conclude that we need a blade.
The scars are clouds formed with pain
The blood is the drops we let it rain
Though they are every where we hide what was born
Because nobody likes to see a storm
It's our choice to stand tall or crumble
But too many of us let the thunder rumble