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Weak is not I Who cries to show love Weak is the one who hides, Who doesn't want people to know The love that he dreams of . Weak is not I Who loves the sound of rain But the cold soul, Who looked at the drops and away scared to think of the suffered pain Weak is not I Who loves them blindly But the one who has closed his heart For the people who broke him badly Resisting to seem friendly Weak is not I Who shows them vulnerability But him who acts strong Eyes telling he's failing miserably Faking tranquillity Weak is not I Who doesn't narrate the stories But the one who needs people around To know his tales sacrifices and scares and glories Weak is not I Cause the burning fire might touch heights And seems powerful to us at times But water We know it wins all the fights.