A crystal clear drop,
Emotion bottled up.
A mystery to men,
But it ought to not.
Such a simple thing,
But it\'s so complex.
It never can be held,
It\'s not just a thought.
It’s a deep feeling,
It’s a show of words,
Which are not.
A tear is a gift,
A mystery,
Something to solve.
It hides things you’ll never know.
It holds the secrets of our hearts,
A tool or an escape,
A blade or wave,
It\'s the best or the worst.
It whispers things that either make or break us,
Time, trust, and patience are tools,
You’ll see.
A tear is a wish our heart makes.
It\'s something that grows,
It’s something you hide,
It’s not ready for the world outside.
Such a simple drop of water,
Can show you our secrets,
Either were at the top,
Or we’re breaking into a million pieces.
It\'s a way to survive.
A way to live or to die.
For us it\'s who we are inside.