Enemy

Enemy

Tears are an enemy I hate
One by one they march
Down your chin and to the ground
And they are small and large

Filled with anger
Filled with hate
Filled with hope
That someone got the chance to brake

They comes while it’s silent
In the dark or in the light
They can run as fast as they can
And start a big fight

It’s strange to think
That tears is a part of you
They don’t want you anything bad
But when they come, you feel like a fool

Tears are still an enemy of me
That I don’t want to carry
But they are still coming
In their uniforms, in the big army