The Tears That Pool In the Dark Corners of Bright Rooms

These tears that pool In the dark corners of bright rooms Monsoons couldnt wash them away These are the ones that define us The ones that sit in the recesses of our minds Rusting away at what we think is our core Provoking the winds that blow closed our shutters and open our doors These winds that blow fierce Through your forest and across your bay You can't catch them in your sails They are not meant to move you But to ruffle your feathers And bring waves to your seas To shake everything that you thought was serene And to bring on the tears that pool In the dark corners of bright rooms