The tears come marching down his face like little beads,
What was once rare, now becomes routine,
They blame the eyes, but the eyes can't help what they've seen,
They are as helpless as the ears, taking in everything they feared,
The tears will reach his dry lips which suffer from the lack of her kiss,
They get wiped away by his shaky hand, for a moment his breathing stops.
and they begin to fall again.
