Someone once told you,
“Boys don’t cry.”
And for a while,
you believed them.

But like a flower,
kissed by the sun
and nurtured by the rain,
you opened yourself to the world.

And the world can be harsh.
Cloudy days can be cruel.
But if you wait for the sun,
I promise it will come back.

Your empathy may destroy you,
but that’s the price you must pay
to feel happiness and love
as deeply as you do.

And they will tell you,
“You are weak.”
But darling,
you are not weak.

And they will tell you
“You are less than.”
But darling,
you are more.

Boy who cries, you are beautiful.
But they will tell you
you are not.

Don’t listen.

This was never meant to hurt you.
It was a simple miscommunication,
a stumble of words.
"Words" can be so easily misspelled to say "swords,"
and swords can impale.
I suppose words can, too.

It's been a long way,
From where we begin,
So stay for a ride,
Through this last tide.

It's been pain and sweat,
But never regret,
Has been days of threat,
Now it's all set.

It's been a long ride,
For you now my friend,
I would tell you all about it,
When I see you again.

It's been a few years,
Without you my friend,
Come back to home land,
This is not the end.

It's been history,
No more cavalry,
You will be in memory,
You are always family.