I do cry...
it's just that my tears run deep
deeper than the scars
deeper than the fake smiles
deeper than my dark skin

My tears rain in the inside...
turning the place into a wreck
in there... it's a storm
in there...a tornado

And when it floods...
the tears spill out
flowing out with all the pain
getting rid of all the grief

Then the cyclone ends
and a peaceful breeze ensues