Many days pass by with every drop of tear.
Years of memories, washed away.
Heavy hearts morn the deaths.
Everyone with a rain storm, hidden behind their eyes.
Airy earth, with sense of the storm.
Right thing or wrong thing?
Terrable shame and saddness that passes by us.
Tearing at us everyday.
Happiness only a few steps away.
Even though it still is way out if reach.
Bear, we do the tears of the day.
Roming the earth like it was yesterday.
Of what sounds and sights around.
Kept away from the sights of people's blind hearts.
Even when it is right there.
No one sees what the tears have made.
Broken and left in the streets, for people to walk on.
Out there in the world we see nothing our blind hearts don't see.
Terror and fear to feed us.
Torture that many are to blind to see.
Little eyes cry for all the fear and pain.
Everywhere you go, to many are blind to see.
