It's okay to cry

I was sixteen when I was taught that it was okay to cry...

Fire flickering in the night
The walls circling around
Sitting alone across the little door
On the other side of the fire
"Hold on, hold on onto what we are"
Kids sitting in a circle around the fire
One little one stands up
Walks over, and says
"It's okay to cry"
All the little ones stand up
"It's okay to cry"
"You told us that it's okay to cry"
Chills run down the spine
Tears start to fall

The End

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