7 crows a secret is never to be told.

The ocean & night sky

Are both dark & deep,

Give them your secrets 

& trust them to keep. 

Cry

Cry child,

Because as someone who loves me once told me,

Before I could understand,

Crying let's your insides dry. 

Water the people who look up to you,

Even when you fear their heads are damp with your unnecessary perspirations. 

You see, in the pit of your mind,

That one day...

You will be bigger than all of this. 

Cry while you can-

Before you grow too old,

Or too lost...

Before your hands become too wrinkled to catch the rivers of your heart. 

Let your mouth hang

With the screams your soul has been restraining. 

Let the sound reverberate against the shrinking flesh that cages you in. 

Let your sobs run down your face,

Streaking stains onto your skin

The headache

The heartache

The life-ache 

...it let's you live.

Cry,

So that others can cry with you. 

Cry, 

So that your heart can sing.