Big Boys Do Cry
I read somewhere about the different stages,
I remember that day believing
it was so easy,
to understand the process of time.
I dreamt about her last night,
I always do these days,
I find myself here,
only trying to piece together the day.
Oh how many times did we tell ourselves
to recognize that one last part,
it would be the guiding light
would certainly tear our love apart.
So, I do feel tears, they are real
when I let them come home,
when finding that place no longer
exists where I could count on time.
Like a rock in a sea of drifting wave,
there’s no place to land,
no reason to breathe,
just let the water take me everywhere.
I will look toward the tides
to see the shifting landscape around
my heavy sighs,
I’ll know there is a world out there.
I remember the first time I looked in her eyes …