I just kind of feel like crying,

Sorta cleansing I hear it’s called.

My tears are welling up

Thinking about missed opportunity.

Everything around me 

Touched by some silent reality.

Wake up to the progress ahead,

That always seems out of reach.

If in an expression we release

All the emotional baggage,

Maybe then we know what life calls,

The challenges with courage and love.

Oh, a night ahead with sleep we ask,

Roll through our dreams and yearn.