The Language of Tears

Every teardrop tells a story As its running down our cheek The sound it makes cannot be heard For its voice is much too weak Listen to a teardrop fall But listen with your soul The silent screams of broken hearts A sound you can't console Teardrops are a language That's spoken from the heart An endless stream of liquid pain That tears our world apart Tears are often misunderstood As a cleansing of the soul But they leave scars that go unseen When the pain begins to flow Every teardrop tells a story That most will never hear They don't understand the language That's spoken by the tear