In tears like dew, they start to fall,
A flood of sadness, deep and tall.
They tumble down, like silver streams,
Reflecting hopes and shattered dreams.
Softly trickling, drop by drop,
From eyes that struggle, never stop.
Each tear that falls, a secret sigh,
As if the soul's too heavy to fly.
They cascade down cheeks, stained with pain,
Leaving trails like rivers in the rain.
They hold the stories left untold,
Of love that burned and dreams grown cold.
With every tear, a memory flows,
A bittersweet tale of highs and lows.
Of laughter shared and moments missed,
Of love betrayed, and souls dismissed.
But tears can cleanse and heal the soul,
When darkness threatens to take its toll.
They wash away the weight we bear,
Releasing pain, leaving hearts more prepared.
So let the tears fall, let them flow,
For they bear the depth of what we know.
In each teardrop, a lesson lies,
To cherish the tears, embrace goodbyes.
