Oceans of Tears
Teardrops never change the past
Though many tears are spilled
They sometimes offer some relief
Though no one's ever healed
Our tears become the oceans
If you've wondered where they go
They fill the streams and rivers
Each time they begin to flow
Our tears are never silent
As they're streaming down our face
They always demand attention
As they leave their hiding place
Each teardrop tells a story
Maybe of a love that didn't last
They can even be a memory
A misplaced vision from the past
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