Cry all you want, you broken hearted girl.
You are not able to cry anymore?
Not on your own, at least.
Wait for the next storm. Go outside.
Let the rain be your tears.
Let the Thunder be your sobs.
Let the lightning be your comfort.
And let the beauty around you consume your thoughts.
Let the world do your crying for you
As you stare up at the starry sky.
Listen to the howl of the wind,
And let the world take your pain.
It can bear your burden.
It can share your sorrows.
The world can restore your hope.
Just go outside
And cry.