Amidst the silence, a tear may fall, A wordless language, a heart's call. A pome of cry, a soul's release, In the realm of tears, emotions find peace.
In sorrow's grasp or joy's delight, Tears express what words might not quite. They cleanse the soul, wash away pain, A river of feelings, a gentle rain.
Each drop that falls, a story told, Of love, of loss, of being bold. A language ancient, understood, In tears, we find our common good.
They speak of empathy, compassion's grace, In their salty embrace, we find our place. A pome of cry, a healing stream, In the world of tears, we find our dream.
So don't be afraid to shed a tear, For in each drop, there's nothing to fear. In vulnerability, we find our way, A pome of cry, in night or day.
