When I think of you
I think of all the things I’ve been through
And you
What have you been through?

I didn’t when I loved you know
What grief of yours makes your tears flow
But now I begin to

For you
In your voice I hear
Your frailty, your voice ever soft
Like snow on the water

Your eyes which struggle
To cry
But why?

Will I cry sometimes
With the pain of
All
Pain is Pain
So we say

So we say we’re frail
People, men, women, girls, boys
And who knows?

There is a power
In words
In tears
In my feelings
Of life
Of love
Of words
Of you

You believe, don’t you?
Won’t you

Hope and Regret
Fear of life
Finally, what do we have to fear

But our own free will
Our ability
To cry and not
To die
If I believe in death
And life
Then I believe too
In you

We speak, not to each other
With the emptiness filled
With pain (hope and regret)

And yet, When our hearts are empty
Our voices are full
It’s only when tears fly
That we are truthful

And I think love, like tears
Is like energy
It can never be lost, nor destroyed
But recreated, reformed
Redeemed

Our tears, of life
I cry for you
And you and you and you
And you

What breath is taken when we die
Which air is used to cry?

‘Tis the same passed through
All of time
Breathed by George and you
And Christ

The same air touched the tears he
Cried
Our tears are always new
Always for you

They come with us into death
While staying in the Earth
Becoming someone else’s tears
Someone else’s years

The same tears cried by him
Were yours
And mine
And when we cry we are divine

I call you mine and you do too
Each tear brings us a
Faith renewed

In man and in all
In grace and in you

Then as our frail voices die
And love at last
Begins to cry

It happens then, you and I learn
A beauty of love’s heart
Reborn

We empathize
Polarizing dreams
And our tears
Are real

Such is our pain
Is me
Is you
Is why
We have to cry