My Tears Don't Come Cheap Anymore

[Chaiya Ovid]

I don't want to cry anymore about something that ain't nothing
The price of my tears comes high now;
They come from a deeper well than before.
A well filled with knowledge I didn't have before
Filled with visions I have never seen before
Filled with emotions I have never felt before
secrets I've never known before.
Filled with children I have yet to birth
Joys I have yet to live and give
Magic I have yet to perform
Dreams yet to dream
Songs to sing that have not been sung
Dances to dance
And words to rhyme.
The well is deep.
No, my tears don't come cheap anymore

- C. `Tillery Banks