In the early hours before the sun rises, I work through the tears allowing myself to be weak.
In these hours I hustle trying to make the most of every minute.
I let my mind wander to the things that bring me sadness, to the things I yet cannot change and to my failures.
I work through the tears so when you wake you see a woman who appears to have no fears.
Before you wake my sons I am weak.
Someday, you might be able to see the cracks in my facade but for now you think I’m the best.
It’s through your eyes that I’ve found myself again.
Before you wake I work through the tears until someday they’ll finally stop.
