They fall slow
but ever so much.
Cold to me,
but warm to the touch.
It pains the heart,
but feeds the soul.
A poison, a remedy
it plays a million roles.
We could dry the ocean
and fill it up again.
With them we cure desserts,
with our endless rain.
We all sit in the darkness,
feeling the pain.
But there is no fear
as we let go of our tears.
