If i showed you my teardrops, would you collect
them like rain,
 store them in jars, that are labeled with
"pain".








Would you follow their tracks, from my eyes
down my cheeks, 
as they write all the stories that 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