silent tears
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The silent tears roll down my face
Soon a fire takes their place
My eyes look up with murder and hate
My skin a cold and pale slate
Your hand that reaches out for mine
And gently coaxes the angry cat
I'm not a big crier
Never was
The tears never came
But I as set my eyes upon
The words and lines
The people bore their hearts and souls into
I cry
I cry for the unfairness of the world
