Giants Who Weep

I tracked the tears of giants, in your living room

I bled the blood of tyrants, deep inside your womb

I came upon a soldier, who sat upon his tomb

I asked him if there’s room

I asked him, if he knew

I rode half a train of thought, to the other side

I rode a painted pony, until I stripped its hide

I found out that I twirled my hair, only when I lied

I asked myself for pride

I asked myself to die

I filled an empty basement, with my bitter, fragile tears

I’m facedown on the bottom, paralyzed with childish fears

I dream I’m floating towards the top, to gasp a breath of air

I wish this was not happening, I bow my head for prayer

Who are you to fill my head, with dreams I can’t relate to?

You never lifted me in life, you never let me know you

Who are you to fill my eyes, with tears that flow eternal?

With tears so rich in memory, each drop could fill a journal 

All I ask, for you to do, is dam this endless stream

& look away, so I can have one final, private dream

Where the only tears that know my name

Are ones of joy and wonder

Please let me leave this world of shame

While dreaming of another