One more tear left for me to cry
One more tear then I will be dry,
My tears no more will be shed
After one more tear, I will be dead.
My eyes will no longer get wet
They will no longer see sadness, pain or regret,
And my heart will no longer feel an ache
When tears my soul will no longer make.
No longer will they run down my cheek
Whenever I feel a hurt, or heartbreak, or even weak,
No longer will they be seen upon my face
My tears, no longer will I need to erase.
I just have only one teardrop in my soul left
While wistfully waiting for some form of bereft,
Only one tear left for me to cry;
Then I will die.
Randy L. McClave
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