He cries, red tears flowing
Into the depth of sadness
Bringing a stab of knife
Into my heart

When can I be free
When can I choose to be
When I write my feelings
Out on scores

Silently dedicated to him
He still cries, tears of the night
And I know that it has been a mistake
To acknowledge love and see it as I have to.

~Hidoko

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