Teardrops

Let cheer drop in your hands… Your quivering, hefty hands held on to liberty lands… Let teardrops fall upon the sands… You tear at my once unshattered, ungrieving soul Tattered and torn in the ever-swirling storm within The torrent of ugly has been made oh so beautiful The battles we fight here with our night, we will win We shed blood on these bloody battlefields… We are protected by God’s sheltering shields Instead of shedding doubtful tears Teardrops of fretful fears… The chimes of ancient times There are times when I feel unloved sometimes Sick of the rhymes and sick of you, being sour as limes That’s why I weep teardrops Teardrops…as precious raindrops Pour from bittersweet clouds We are covered in silhouetted shrouds