If tears had souls,
If tears had the courage,
If tears had conscious,
If tears had feelings;
They would see what they stand for;
They would cement their courage souls in their hosts;
They would have eyes of caution;
They would flood the eyes of those selfish beings;
And all would be different;
And all would be well;
And all would be happy;
And all would truly love;
Alas, tears are just helpless fluids themselves!
Dripping out of the inner pockets,
Of both joy and sadness;
Dripping out of inner Wells,
Of hate and hurt;
Dripping out of inner seas,
Of emptiness;
So that's why we have to wipe them off our faces!
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