When I Cry

When I cry,
my tears drop from the windows
I use to see.
They turn to glass and shatter
in one, two, three.

When they hit the floor,
everyone hears the crashes.
My tears sometimes turn to fire,
what it passes turns to ashes.

When I cry, my tears blurrs my vision. And when I stop crying, it means I've made a decision.

The decision to think positive and know things will get better. Now I sign my name at the end of the letter.