Tears
As tears fall on a hot plate
Sizzling, burning tears of hate
Tears of the banned, tears of the misjust
Tears of the damned, Some so hardened they start to rust
As rears fall on a cold ground
They freeze before they get down
Tears of fear, tears of lost and not found
Tears of sadness that is so cold it has no bound
As tears fall down, it connect with the wind that softly blows
They fly away carried by a weak wind, not sure which way it chose
These are the perfect tears of happiness and smile
Tears to cherish, because they are rare and only stay for a small while
Then it dissappears with the wind, dissolves in the end.
These tears are special, They don’t do pretend
Each tear has another face, a different story to tell
The one more beautifullier than the other
So listen, Learen and cherish them well.