Tears
Tears like rushing rills
Cutting through hills
Flowing into stony valleys
And settling in dark alleys
My eyes are flooded with tears
Am drowning in cold waters
A man acquainted with sorrow
Mirth is a fortune to borrow
I feel like crawling back into the womb
But where's the womb that bore me?
Where's the breast that fed me?
Where's the hands that held me?
Tears like rushing stream
Rolled over cheeks into steam
Rolled through crooked mile
Years turned into bitter bile
Tears like rushing stream
A never ending dream
beaten out by a drummer
Now welcomes my summer
Tears like sizzling eel
Left me broken to kneel
At the foot of the Cross
And considered all a dross
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