Someone once told me it's okay to cry.
Cause every tear that you shed a piece of him will die.
She told me to say that he was my tears,
I'm washing him away,
it might take days, months, or even years.
But when that last tear I cry falls to the floor...
I'll wake up and realize I don't love him anymore.
She says every tear sheds all the pain.
And in the end it will be strength that I gain.
I'm full of pain and lots of tears right now.
And sometimes I wonder if this is possible and how?
But I just keep on crying and piece by piece I let him go,
they just keep on falling and my strength begins to grow.
Slowly I start to find myself
And take back my heart he, so plainly placed on a shelf.
Where I lay tears of water surrounds me.
I walked in this so blind
But now things are getting clear, and I see.
I pick myself up...
And get on my feet.
I place my hand over my heart and again
it starts to beat.
I'm alive again!!
I'm no longer lying on your floor,
I can stand!
I feel so whole inside
It feels so good to be out in the open and not have to hide.
I look down to the floor,
and I see all my pain.
Than I remember that someone once told me it's okay to cry.
Let them come down and pour like the rain...