Tears

Tears, they fall.

Rain, it falls.

Which is heavier?

Rain, it seems,

As it pounds

Into the road,

The grass,

The window,

The face.

But is it so?

Are not tears

Heavier than rain?

Tears when they fall,

Their land is so light

Because they are so small.

Rain, its purpose is great,

But tears, their meaning

Is so much more.

Tears carry the burden of all.

The grief of the child

Whose father has forever gone,

The dolor of the mother

Whose son she's lost,

The dejection of the teenager

Who misses her home,

The adversity of the dog

Whose paw now owns a thorn,

The shock of the husband

Whose wife just died,

The pain of the man

Who gave, in agony, his life

For yours.

These are tears.

As the child weeps,

As the mother screams,

As the teenager sits, helplessly,

As the dog limps,

As the husband staggers,

And as the man cries out,

Tears are rolling, running,

Racing down cheeks.

Their soothing and caring touch

It relieves,

It heals.

These are tears.

The weights carried from your heart,

They stream down your face.

Once removed, your spirits lift.

Rain, it falls.

Tears, they fall.

Which is heavier?

Rain, it seems.

But look deeper, and you will find

That tears are heavier.