If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain?
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak.
Would you stop them with kisses
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain
Isn't always my fault
Would you hold my face gently
As you dry both my eyes
And whisper the words
"You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own?
And learn though we're lonely
We're never alone.
