I Never Cried
I used to smile, used to laugh.
I never cried.
I strove to see life's obstacles defied
I never knew the terror of depression,
Never felt what it was to feel oppression,
But now my life has lost its meaning.
Each day spent, struggling, gleaning
To find a way back to the top,
To find a way to make the agony stop
But pain always finds a way
To keep clawing day after day
At my mind, my body and soul
So that the whole world seems blacker than coal.
But in these black ashes I make it my goal
To be a pheonix and rise high
So I can finally spread my wings and fly.
So I can say goodbye, and escape the villain
That makes me cry.
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