The Teardrop Ocean
Our tears are never silent
As they're streaming down our face
They always demand attention
As they leave their hiding place
Teardrops never change the past
Though many tears are spilled
They sometimes offer some relief
Though no one's ever healed
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
Tears are often wasted
On those who just don't care
But when we really need them
We have none left to spare
Our tears become the oceans
If you've wondered where they go
They fill the streams and rivers
Everytime they flow
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