Tears - Perzonal War

The dawn of all is the birth of our lives

We struggle to fill our lungs with air that we are breathing

Searching for ways, time goes by and our quest begins

Still don’t know who we are… after all

Calling to mind all the years that passed by

All of our kind have to tell their own story

Hiding behind what we want to be — still believe

In what we want to be — ourselves — see ourselves

In a run steady stressed for the top so we can be blessed

Trying to reach the stars that seem to be fading

The nearer we get the more the distance is growing

And from my core deep in some painful anger is roaring

Hold back my tears, may be the wrong way I know

Why should I keep them back

Isn’t weakness a strong part of me

Let out my tears to give that world what I need to live

What I need to live… to cry out what I really am

Physical age means not growing in mind

The marks and scars on my skin, they will guide me

But what lays in me?

Maybe I don’t know it myself

Unspoken and not solved

Experienced but not involved