Sometimes I sit and cry<BR>Tears falling from my eye<BR>Not even knowing why<BR>I cry<P>Feelings bottled up deep inside<BR>Emotions I have been trying to hide<BR>Come bursting through the dam I created<BR>Even though I try to keep them abated<P>I close the door<BR>And fall to the floor<BR>It's pouring out of me now<BR>I cannot stop it anyhow<P>It's almost over and I dry my eyes<BR>Get off the floor and straighten my tie<BR>I open the door and say, "Hi, my name is Mike"<BR>And start the building of a new dyke