Falling soft as gentle rain, crystal drops of endless pain
though not uncommon they may seem, the represent lost hopes and dreams
They tell a story from the start, fragile pieces of my heart
torn from it every time I cried, because another dream had died
A silent river on my face, each time one falls it is replaced.
You cannot hear their silent plea, that sadness is what sets them free.
Until my eyes are closed in sleep and I have prayed my soul to keep
If you look close enough you'll see the truth is that these tears are me!