Look there in my tears, there is pain, there is sorrow
Look there in my tears, is my hope for tomorrow
Those crystal clear drops, heavy with a quiet smell
Narrating the stories I never could tell
They shimmer with such sentiment, looking for relief
Running down my face as though running from their grief
Look there in my tears, I see mankind’s reflection
Though we are all so different, our tears are the exception
Can it be that my tears are the same as the lames’?
The same tears of the violent, the same tears of the insane?
The same tears of the lonely, those with hearts shattered?
The same tears of the hungry, tears of a child battered?
The tears of the poor, the tears of the slave?
The tears of the brave, the tears of the saved?
The tears of a bride on her magical, special day?
The tears of those who mourn the loss of someone dear
The tears of those who live enclosed in their own fears
The tears of a woman agonizing in labor but destined
To keep pushing past the tears until she receives her blessing?
And then a sudden transition of tears turning from bitter to sweet
Look there in my tears, my victory is complete
So many people, so many tears, all so unique
And yet so many tears, and they’re all the same
So many different pictures held in the same frame
I wonder if somehow all of the world’s tears were gathered
Would we be able to tell who’s tears were sadder?
Would it even matter, since it’s universal to feel pain?
And despite all of our differences, our tears are all the same
So many tears