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 to scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring there 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 eye's,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry",
If I show you my teardrops,
Will you show me your own,
And learn though
We're never alone.
