Albeit I may wear a smile on my face
Though I may express no sour grimace
Though tears may not flow down my haggard cheeks
I’ve lost the courage to fight- I am weak
Well said, a man’s tears do not flow outside
But my heart conceals an injured pride
Right within me lies a shattered heart
A heart viciously butchered apart
I find myself knocking on heaven’s door
Yet I’m still clutched by misfortune’s sharp claw
Gloomy thoughts have incarcerated my mind
My tortured soul, no solace can find
I pray someday, fortune’s rain will fall
Washing off old memories and all
Someday my face shall be aglow with smiles
and my ecstasy shall stand out a mile
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