I waited all my life

For the One Big Cry

The shoulder strong enough to hold me

The shouder warm and dry

enough for my tears

enough for my sorrow

The shoulder I wished to borrow

For the One Big Cry, the Last Cry

The Cry to end all cries

But, I never found it

Not in all my travels.

Now I drown in unshed tears

Time has lost me hope;

For now I know that men have fears

That women cry too much

And the tears saved up for One Big Cry

Last longer than the shoulder