I’ve been crying since my birth
Such a strange world, such an awkward place
Billions of souls, each one runs their race
And I wonder, maybe this isn’t my earth.
I feel like I belong to a different sphere
Where spirits are lovely, with a touch of grace
And where grown men don’t mind an embrace
Somewhere really far away from here.
From stars to the planets, to the sun and moon
Angels run and hide, seraphim stand watch
Hoping for a moment for a glimpse to catch
A new soul arriving, not too late, too early, or too soon.
“Wait” the great celestial being says to the young soul
“How long have you been crying?” asks the cherubim
With great shame and guilt the lad answers him:
“All my life my friend, I have felt alone.
I have strong emotions, I have thoughts and fears,
All of my decisions, my mistakes, my words.
I feel like a stranger from another world
Living life with shame for crying all these years.”
Puzzled by the answer, the angel does confer
With the boss , I reckon, and comes back and says:
“You have lived your purpose, you may come and stay.
But beware, crying’s not required in the house of now
And if by chance tears do fall down to earth
Know that all the kingdom is built on liquid heart.”
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