Through my fault.

You know they said to our souls that men don't cry! They fight, and dont break. And we dint ask why! We only knew because we are men. So we hide the ache, pretend not to need But now I know, being a man, Is a fear confessed when you stand alone. A heart that weeps yet survives, A soul that longs though the sorrow drives. and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault That I cry when it hurts.