To every sufferer

They say a man never cries
well, thats one of our s****y lies
Since We weep so hard when a loved one dies
When after a while, in a casket he lies
And as his soul away from us flies
Far away towards these blue skies
only then do our blind hearts realize
how painful are the goodbyes
And then do our tears drown our eyes
Walking slowly on this hot sand
Supporting my loved one with my hand
Bleeding tears and still am forced to stand
Only then did I fully understand
The pain we feel when its time to disband
Trust we have been all decieved
When naively we all believed
That after a while the pain will have ceased
They may have died, but our memories can never be deceased
And so our suffering can never be eased
So every sufferer I assure you,
your heart will remain diseased