Crying for Weakness

I am crying again,
The cause is unknown.
I suppose it’s better than killing?
For I have done both before.
And when it rains,
And my bloody hands twinges,
I can see my tears fall.

If your strong you live,
If your weak you die.

That’s what he told me,
that’s what I lived by for so long.
It’s what I believed until I started to cry again.
Crying isn’t bad,
It’s better than killing.

But I believe that my tears are made up
Of the blood I have spilt.
And my smile,
Well, I can’t explain that.

But it dose help me,
How so? Who knows?

If your strong you live,
If your weak you die.

  Maybe been so weak,
Isn’t so bad?
Maybe been weak,
Helps me be stronger?
I am proud of my weakness,
Cause see it lead me to true power.