Shed a Tear

Shed a tear for the inner child
Who died giving bi­­rth to the man
Shed a tear for for­gotten dreams
That withered as ti­­me moved on

Shed a tear for fami­­ly and friends
Alive now only in me­­mories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumb­­ling page

Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die

Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring fr­­om the bitter drops
May new beauty soon abound.


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