There's something strong in his tears,
Tears that waited far too long to come.
He locked them up, afraid they would break him,
Afraid those little, tiny drops of water
Would destroy his big, strong muscles.
But now they come, now they fall, now he cries
And he's beautifully strong
Gracefully weak
And gracefully beautiful in his distress.
And as the little, tiny drops humble him so
Making him smaller than ever before,
Shattering him straight down to his core,
He's already begun to heal
Already begun to rebuild what he gave
What he sacrificed when he let the tears fall,
A sacrifice he had to make
A risk he had no choice to take
And through it all, he's beautiful when he's weak
And there's something strong in his tears
Stronger than he's ever been before.