Teardrop

A lonely tear falls from an eye,
Not sure why its been shed.
And as it slowly trickles by,
It finds a spot to make its bed.

There it stays. A meaningless drop,
No-one who loves it, and no-one who cares,
Until its greeted from the top,
By another stream of tears.

And as it continues on its fall,
To where its journey ends,
It finds its not meaningless at all,
As long as it has friends