They say a grown man can’t cry,
but everyday I look to the sky,
with tears in my eyes.
Why is the world so cruel?
What is it that I have done, for life to tormented so?
From the moment I came into this world, there’s been nothing but pain,
an everlasting agony scorched into my skin,
like an eternal scar that always stings.
I look to the sky, but even the rain won’t wash away the pain.
My tears still fall,
mixed within the rain,
the pain is still there,
as much as it was in the beginning.