Tears roll down my cheeks to my lips and teach them. Teach them to speak, loud and clear of my soul's burdens. Teach THEM to teach the droughted minds that wander, of a Paradise Oasis in the bitter one's Hell. Teach my lips to scream and cry and yell and whisper, loud enough to be gentle, and soft enough to be stern. Tears roll down my cheeks to my lips and teach them to be free.