You see her tears as they fall.
Each one falls down her face,
but yet she still has such grace.
Her dark blue eyes,
now tear stained red.
As she lays crying in your bed.
Thinking of what tomorrow brings,
all those awful dreaded things.
She is hoping for the best,
as she lays crying on your chest.
You hold her, dry her tears
pull her closer, and take away her fears.