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No Tears… Walking down a crowded street, The sound of my crutches hitting concrete, I will never give in and claim defeat…. There are always people glancing my way. I hear whispers, so young and pretty Oh my… Isn't it such a pity? I wonder what happened? They'd say… Awe what a poor little thing they'd say. I keep on walking, head held high A smile in place, from me they will hear no sigh. Not a tear on my face, always a smile and dry. In public no tears appear on my face, Always a smile, a tear...Not a trace.... I'm me …just me…I'd want to say. Just need a little help to walk is all That's why I'm walking this way, My head held high trying to walk tall. Only my pillow and I feel my wet salty tears, At night when I lay me down to sleep... No one will know how much I feel defeat, When I'm walking with my dragging feet. Only my pillow and I will know my deep fears. |
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