Miles Francis — Let Me Cry

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Pent up heart, father of stone
Fortified with muscle, stuck in baritone
Glimpses in mirrors, a shell he doesn’t recognize
Reverberating with calls from a child inside

Let me cry
Like I did when I was five
Before the well ran dry

Manning up, winning the bread
A pressure cooker, coming to a head
Indoctrinated against moving his hips
For fear that it could attract another man’s lips

Let me cry
Like I did when I was five
Before the well ran dry

A voice to listen to
Left behind in your youth
What kind of man were you
Before the well ran dry

A voice to listen to
Left behind in your youth
What kind of man were you
Before the well ran dry