as i stumble across old material

Tears have power, listen as they fall
Ricochet off laughter, and water dry souls
Tears have power, they ebb and they flow
Seep into silence, and fill cracks of bitter cold
Tears have power, they rust the surface of the old
Empty every mourning, and hesitate not to scold...


and as a warning, because she is paranoid about thought kleptos, my mother will personally hunt you down if you steal other people's work. ;)