if i showed you my teardrops would you collect them like rain.
store them in jars labelled "pain"
would you follow their tracks from my eyes down my cheeks
as they write all the stories im to scared to speak
would you stop them with kisses,
bring their flow to a halt.
as you teach me that pain isnt 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
