Are these tears of joy, sadness or pain; does the emotion within create nationwide rain?
Snowflakes in the winter, ice from the cold; day in and day out my young tears grow old.
Reaching and reaching yet nothing to reach; are these tears what created the quiet clear beach?
The puddles in the ground, the rivers that flow; are they created from tears, I just do not know.
Gathering moments remembering the past; emotions as powerful as a nuclear blast
Shadows of light surrounding ones soul; s