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IT'S OKAY TO CRY When I was a little girl Just about knee-high I was always told that "I didn't need to cry!" So in my years of growing up I kept the tears inside - Trying never to give in And let the teardrops slide. I built a shell around me That pain could not penetrate; Then one day the shell cracked And it was much too late! The tears came without warning For all the years of pain; I cried for all I'd lost - Things were just not the same. And somehow I felt better - More able to go on! I learned it was okay to cry But not to cry for long.. I learned to get back up And do what must be done, For there's always a tomorrow And a brand new morning sun! Countrymom
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