Teardrops fall like rain from my eyes,
A testament to my passionate cries,
In moments when emotions run deep,
They flow, unguarded, from sorrows that weep.
They speak a language beyond spoken word,
With each shimmering drop, my story is heard,
A symphony of emotions, raw and true,
Unleashing the depths of all I've been through.
Teardrops, healing streams that cascade,
Washing away wounds that life has made,
They cleanse my spirit, make me anew,
Presenting me a hope that I can pursue.
In moments of despair, they pour like rain,
Offering relief, washing away the pain,
A reminder of strength, of resilience inside,
As they help to navigate life's relentless tide.
With each tear that falls, my burdens are released
A gentle touch, granting my soul a pathway to peace
They carry me forward, to realms yet explored,
Into a realm where my potential is restored.
So let them fall freely, those tears so profound,
For within each teardrop, strength can be found,
In vulnerability, my passions ignite,
And I emerge stronger, ready to reach a new height.