It’s ok to cry, when the world closes in;
when your heart is too small to hold all its feeling.
It’s ok to cry, when things that were, aren’t;
when people are true to the worst of themselves
It’s ok to cry – its healing, you know;
when you fall once again to the darkness below
It’s as the tears dry, when your sadness is done;
when you open once more to the arms of the sun
There’ll always be tears, one way or another.
Just never forget how to love.