He Hears the Tears

He Hears The Tears By Curtis Lee Johnson Ever observe ice cycles falling from roof tops? Until they’re gone, they go drip, drip, drip, nonstop Have you ever took a notice to your tear drops? Those precious tears are more than wet dots Sometimes when you're crying all alone You’re in a parked car, or in your home Someone made you sad, and did you wrong Your ‘tear senses’ have a language of their own Their true meaning can be seen Their seasoning can be tasted They are smooth to the touch Falling silently from your eyes Tears are born, but never dies They have a language very strong Tears will lead us from the wrong Freed from the source, they pour A thousand emotions from the core Afraid to cry? Listen at you Most of us don’t have a clue Our tears may flow many or few Like sunshine comes and melts the dew, God is very near, with love, to embrace me and you