Each crystal tear that escapes the human eye
is built by uncontrolled waves of growing pains.
For each glowing gem of warm laughter,
a wound of despair leaves bloodless stains.
When the tongue swims within the silent, salty water,
The nobility of the human character begins to form.
As wrinkles of time erode the youthful face,
the immortal soul is pushed into another human storm.
The precious minutes of fleeting joys
become more cherished than a vault of gold.
The torn and battered heart starts to blossom
when it endures trouble's touch of endless cold.
These growing pains bathe the frail human skin
with wet trails of salt drenched drops.
Bubbles of grief tames the wild mind,
growing wisdom from life's bitter crops.