The Ocean Of My Soul

What about tears?
What a way to say I'm real?
What a way to show I can feel?
I can hold them back and think...
just an attack, go have a drink.

If it was a hammer on my thumb...
crying would seem sort of dumb.
Even when I beat myself up because
I often think I'm still a bum.

The tears that roll and drip...
Oh, I'll make them stop!
Fold my arms real tight...
gotta get a grip,
keep them out of sight!

My Father is gone and so is my Mom.
Friends gone away... so many too.
I'll be strong, I can take it.
Even when I'm thinking of you.

Tears are good, not so bad.
They're about all I've done,
what I didn't save, almost had.
So good when I'm having fun.

They still roll and drip
tasting like the sea...
the ocean of my soul.
There when I need them
so I can be free.