To Self be True

The reason I can be so happy
is because I can be so sad

You think the stoic approach is best?
Well, I think you are mad

There's no guilt to carry about being human;
we are not machines

Turning your pain into diamonds
is the stuff of childish dreams

Don't harbour that deep resentment
and let your good heart spoil

The only thing you'll be producing
is crude and grimy oil

No, the pressure is beyond you;
you caanit carry it's weight

So, sell your tears to Jesus now
before it is too late!