They saywhat you pick is

They say

what you pick is what you are

what you say is who you are

what you feel is who you`ll become

what happens is because of who you have built yourself to be

that`s true

but

every broken heart has a cry of its own

a cry yet not discovered

a cry not seen

a cry not heard

a cry hidden deeper than the eyes can see

where

the soul cannot search

heart cannot feel

instinct cannot guess

a bitter cry

full of pain yet to be felt

when will the day come that I may become what I intended to be