I cry for those who can't,
who hold no quarter of body.
For those who hold no eyes
store all which they are unable.
I lay for those under folly
of holding all such thought within.
To not express or have ones stables
is to curl into a ball of worthy lies.
So I cry as I lay, in love with thoughts
of better days, where expression reigns
and the sight and light reaches even those
who hold no eyes.