Words written on paper
Tears roll down a cheek
Both of these things
Are symptoms of weak.
Words wielded like weapons
Tears falling like rain
Both come to make us
Relive all our pain
Words make us think
Tears make us ache
Both are cleansing
Neither are fake
So very intimate
Something all our own
Something to break us free
Something all alone
But words can inspire knowledge
Tears can inspire faith
Both make us who we are
Noone can take them away
