The Final Tear
A part of me is weeping, and my soul lies bare
in the center of the rock as my tears falls in
The body of water that flows down the river bed
I stood still in the middle of the night
unable to close my eye, is there something that I cannot
See, I lie there and listen to the spirit calling out to me
Only if I could catch a nap, I would be perfect with that
but there was no more tears left in the air to minister
To my growing despair.I could feel my knees shaking
As my spirit garnished courage to keep the life line
going, I could feel the flesh peeling away from my leg bones
and the bones protuding from my hands with vains as
big as a man.I felt no pain,I felt no shame
but ten months of malnutrition has left my
body dry and my spirit soaring in the sky
I am contented with heavens in my hand
And when the night is done the journey will be done
This is the final tear and I have nothing more to fear.
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