Grimly I recall a child who greeted life with open arms But this child had to become a man His own crops to sow And neath the shade of sanity Their bitter taste would grow With false pretence were written The articles I signed Once aboard, to nothing came All that I designed If this bitter taste of anger could be washed away Maybe I could trust the promise Of another day If only I could... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound wont echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of anger make a man of me I long for a time ere the mysteries were solved As the blanks on the map were filled The blanks in our hearts were growing Now that all roads lead back here Theres no point in going I want to master more Than just staying afloat I long to write a tale that differs From what others wrote If this sense of longing could be washed away Maybe I would meet the challenge Of another day If only I could... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound wont echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of longing make a man of me Theres no way to cut the Gordian Knot Of past webs entangled The cry inside you try to fight So free breath is strangled We might only have our berth on board this vessel once, no more Would that I could cut the ropes and finally leave the shore Seems to me that we must walk the plank with open eyes And not for shattered hearts of men Do the seagulls cry... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound wont echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of sorrow make a man of me
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