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.
