If I showed you my tears
Would you store them in gigantic jars?
Would you laugh at my awful scars?
Would you label them "Pain"?
Would you follow the tracks?
From my eyes down to my cheeks
As they write stories
That I'm unable to speak
Would you hold my face gently?
As you dry my teary eyes
And whisper "You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my tears
Would you show me your own?
And tell me even though I'm lonely, I'm never alone.
