I do my crying in the rain
Shrieking with the thunder
Howling with the wind
So that my tears are washed away
My sorrow is laid to rest awhile
And peace returns to my heart
But when the clouds are spent
I wear a smile and walk around
Thus no one sees my tears
No one hears the pain in my voice
No one marks the grief on my face
No one knows the pain in my heart
For I weep with the clouds
And my healing is in the rain
That washes and dries my tears
With a million wet kisses
I do my crying in the rain
Not because I am strong
But because I am alone
Many weep on my shoulder
I find no shoulder to weep on
So I feign strength
And wait for cloudy skies
To pour out my grief in full
He is strong, he is solid
He can take it all, they say
And know not that I am weak
And poor and frail even as they
But maybe not for I do not cry
No, not open bitter tears as they
Yet I too do cry
I do my crying in the rain.
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