The Worth Of Tears

We live in fearful spheres,
incapable of seeing that which lies within.
We keep inside those thoughts
that draw black sobs from murky wells where darkness reigns.
I wait inside this world
for someone willing, skilled, and versed in secrets hushed,
for someone sick of hiding, meek.
Diverse, we are without; alike, we are within.
It takes a special soul
to understand the currents thrashing under masks,
to see the worth of tears.

The one who earns my heart,
will be the one who takes me out into the world.
The one who earns my soul,
will be the bleeding heart which helps me find my path.
To ground a bird is sin.
To liberate a rooted bud is murder cold.
A child is me, so wild,
so tie me down and set me free. No lies, no tricks.
Give life, grant hope, stir love,
then understand the currents thrashing under masks,
and see the worth of tears.