I, teardrop
May just be a drop of salt water for some
Or a tale of thousand emotions for others
I am as pure as a mothers love
And is never born in the shadow of hate
I take birth in the depth of the hearts
And twitch my voyage from the pool of black and white
I roll down the cheeks and end somewhere no one knows
Just to let my few emotions die.
I treat every little joy and those smallest stings the same
In my bereavement lies your peace
You take in the feel of ease as you shed me.
I sentient to deliver you harmony
And breathe my last breath giving you all the strength.
