Where does the soul hide its tears?
In the shrug of the weary shoulder?
In the wrinkles of a cheesy grin?
Amidst the dusty moments of memories grown older?
Or those soundless cries no one hears?
Compassionate, soul hides its tears.
Shadow thoughts of real emotions
Sorrows wrought of turmoil inside
All cast upon an empty stage
Swept up in an endless tide
Dread crawls ashore from salty oceans
Lonely, soul hides its tears.
Joy is a distant yet eternal scream
A primal howl at the moon unseen
A venting, Unrelenting
A tribal growl at the mood unkeen
Oh for some joy in this infernal dream
Frustrated, soul hides its tears
There is no awakening, no relief
From these sub-conscious bindings
The mind fears itself, mistrusts
Doubt dogs and bars each path
Freedom is a fleeting hope; too brief
Defeated … soul hides its tears
Until, at last, death ceases mind
Released … soul can weep