A mans tears can mean so much
We really ought’ to learn
No need to talk, no need to touch
And watch our tables turn

So often, we will feel the pain
And hide behind a front,

This skin so brown
I stare and wonder
What heartless man
could live up under

I try to be silent
I tried to talk
I tried to run
Before I could walk

I pray so often

This river is wide
With nowhere to hide,
And yet it costs nothing
But your soul inside.

Its easy to go
And swim with the rest,
But know this my friend
And you’ll be your best.

The Red Sweater

This carefully knitted sweater
Its red wool comes from the lamb
It keeps me warm, and not to mention
Tells me who I am.

I can’t remove it, I dare not lose it,